For as long as I can remember, I’ve written. Poetry, essays, stories – hell, I even find filling out forms at the doctor’s office pleasurable. Pen to paper is something special. Not everyone understands that desire, the need, the physical response felt with every scratch into a letter, but I do, and that’s the part I love. The not-so-fun part of being a writer is dealing with what almost all, if not every single one of us, combat: self-doubt. Continue reading here.
Originally published on Write Through the Night
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