A Little Preview
One of my graduate school professors bestowed the creative wisdom to write what haunts us. That had never been a problem for me — I can’t seem to write very well about anything else. However, I’d always written fiction because the things that haunted me often seemed too dark or strange or embarrassing or upsetting to write about in non-fiction. I expected to be judged. I expected to be disowned. I expected people would become suspicious of me or stop trusting me. I expected to be unliked. Or unloved.
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