I stand precariously at the edge of “keep listening” and “never listen again.” Behind me, I hear the screams of all the unsolicited advice society can dream up. So much I can’t even carry it in my pockets anymore. I need a new overcoat to hold it all. All I…
Am I a good writer? Do I have what it takes? Can I focus for long enough? Can I get the creative juices flowing? Will anyone (other than my boyfriend) recognize me? Will I be better than the others? Good enough to be published? Good enough to make a difference…