updated and edited on the 24th of March, 2024.

Recognizing my growth as a writer, but also as a woman here on Medium has been a fantastic creative journey over these passed few years. I no longer feel as though I need to hide behind my stories or my poetry- I say this in regards to the way I no longer have a tedious hesitancy looming over me, something to which would make me hold back in expression, and edit out what I initially expressed in original pieces. I've undergone change which has made an extreme impact on my works in the best of ways. I owe many thanks to my fellow writers here, whom are in this Medium community. For each of you, in your growth and your originality; I want to take this time to thank all of you, as you have helped me in my growth, whether you know so or not, you did. I felt it important for me to express this first and foremost. As most of those I look up to and read here, are incredibly unique creative beings whom exude passion, as well as vulnerability. I admire those who write with transparency, hold a standard and dedication to their poetic form by use of their intentional use of literary devices, but also to those who don't let said devices constrain the effects of their creative nature and end result! Thank you for motivating me to write better! Thank you for giving me words of wisdom, and encouragement, pushing me to pursue myself as a creative, to try new things and take a a deeper dive into the literary world of which we live!

Hello! I'm A. formally known as AElizabethMind.

I write because I enjoy doing so, and I publish so I can share my art with others. I enjoy to write fantasy, horror, and fiction. My imagination has guided me throughout my life, I believe it to be a part of my true nature.

Being thought provoking, following a dark, grim, and lonesome theme weighs the conscious mind, yet my message of hope, and my blooming as a writer, and poet, is far more enticing for me to chase! I write in this space not only for me, but for you, my niche community of readers.

A combination of thee most absolute, perfect timing, type of muse, a muse to which one could only hope not to find; along with having been in love and been loved in return being a part of most of my inspiration, but also nature, and playing around with perspectives is what brings life to my poetry, and my short stories. My innate ability to create, to imagine, is a true gift in it of itself, and I do not take such a gift for granted.

I was given an opportunity to hone in on my passion as a writer, and educate myself further this passing year, a gift to which my gratitude cannot be expressed enough for. I took advantage of this journey, and had the most exhilarating time learning about myself along with myself as a poet. My key takeaway has been learning how to separate myself from my pieces. As well as helping me to create overall tone, and to not only shift my perspective, but to convey my perspective for you, my readers.

Writing helps me in finding pieces of myself along my path, parts of myself which have been lost, tucked away for too many years, have emerged and I've welcomed these parts of myself with graciousness! I also find new pieces of myself, to which I am happy to meet! As humans we are always evolving, always learning and evolving. I've taken for that I will always remember, be grateful for, and hold a most high of respect for my educators, my colleagues, and friends to which I happily had the opportunity to meet during this time. Writing is a part of my very being, and I am thankful for everyone involved in my future.

My background:

I began writing poetry as an adolescent. In elementary school, my English teacher submitted a poem to a program without my knowledge. She came to me once she received the results; she was elated, and I was bursting with anticipation as to what surprise she could possibly have for me! Being asked to become a part of the "Young Authors of America" program as just a child was an honor for me. I learned writing styles, and literary devices, with more emphasis than than the typical public school I attended, taught. I will cherish those years for the rest of mine. I learned more than I could have ever imagined, and met an abundance of people who enjoyed writing just as much as I did! I had no clue where that journey was taking me, but I am so happy to have been a part of it, for everything I learned, and where it led me to as a writer today. Thank You Mrs. Gioradano for believing in me.

As unsure as I had been throughout life, amongst the many obstacles I have leaped over, and made my way through, I am still here. I am alive, and having an ability to "get it out," onto paper... is an undeniably helpful recommendation I had received. My sheer honesty with myself when I use my pen or type is something I recommend and hope more would try to do. Writing out my thoughts, while finding my subconscious and conscious mind intertwin is indescribable. Writing out my feelings in hopes of understanding emotion, confessing my transgressions, while composing stories with different points of view's outcomes, and narratives... it is of mere persistence to still have an ability to do so as an adult, especially with a platform here on Medium filled with support.

I am grateful for all of my books, all of my pens, pencils, and paper. My mother would make jokes about my obsession of pens and paper as a child going into my teenage years, and even still to this day! How excited I would get over pens, and paper was quite unusual for her, likely it was because she could not relate, but also she did not understand why, yet! They were everywhere, notebooks in colorful arrangements, pens just the same! If she could get out of bringing me along with her to stores, like "Staples," or down any stationary aisle, in general, she would. She would say, otherwise, I would beg, and plead for more, and so if she gave into my endless pleadings she would've gone broke! Especially, if she bought me all of the pens, paper, and journals I had ever asked her for! Thank you Mom, for always believing in me, and my journey as a writer. I am grateful for my childhood typewriter that I sat at for hours, and hours typing away. I am grateful for the many times you did splurge on my passion, giving into me, and gifting me with some of the best of pens and journals I had ever set eyes on. Mom, I am grateful for you; to have and to share my thoughts, my experiences, my years in strife, years of joy, and lessons learned with. I do not believe I would have gotten through half of the years I've come to undergo without you or the knowledge of writing to which I was fortunate enough to acquire, nor without the many books I threw myself in, to indulge in adventures of all types, and to educate myself further on subjects of all kinds.

I owe more to writing than I could ever express.

This is who I am. A peek into my subconscious thoughts, my faults, flaws, madness, beauty, and love.

Whom I believe I am destined to be... A writer.

A Poet.

I didn't recognize how much my journaling, writing, and poetry resembled a truth in literature that to which was worth acknowledging myself as an art (within my hopes of resonating with other humans,) until I was in my late 20's. It took a lot for me to publish my first poem, and publishing still takes it's toll on me to this day, as I am my worst critic, just the same as to many of my fellow writers. I am too hard on myself, however, humbling myself, has made it easier to publish my recent poetry, mold it to become what is has, and I am honored to have a voice that is heard.

My shifted perspective has a one hell of a view :) My hope is to strike you, to resonate with you, and to evoke emotion.

Please, comment below any of my short stories or poems if you may have any recommendations as I continue forward on my path as a writer. Any criticism will be noted, and I will use it to fuel myself further!

If you're still here,

Thanks for taking the time to read this, and for your interest in my creative imagination. Thank you for any contributions made as well. I am thankful for each and every one of you, my readers, and fellow writers alike. YOU! For not only myself, but each of you being reason why I click on that little publish button! With Love and Light; A

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