You feel the smoking nostrils on your back every step of the way.
I get that dreamy look in my eye that says Oh my God, never touch me.
Like even the crappy boring stuff.
Because if anyone understood what we were saying, there wouldn’t be CliffsNotes.
Because, let’s face it, that “trying” thing gets mixed results at best.
Where I try to sweet talk myself out of an unexcused absence by sharing the real secret to writing
The trick is offering people the right carrot. That carrot is money.
Writers who put themselves out there are the voices we need out there
Or: The Obligatory Why I Write Post
What to think and feel when everyone else on earth is wrong