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Back to School Again

So I went ahead and decided to drop loot on a Creative Writing class at the local community college. I figure, maybe some education might be nice? Considering my undergrad was in forensic science and I spent more time in a lab than anything. I think it’s interesting how the arts seem to tilt towardsContinue reading “Back to School Again”

The Beautiful Masochism

Writing is painful. It’s like dragging yourself across hot coals or yanking at thorned vines interlaced in your skin. It’s flaying your soul open and poking at mottled bruises to remember what the ache feels like. It’s staring at a computer screen or blank sheet of notebook paper and seeing the story unfold in yourContinue reading “The Beautiful Masochism”

The Beautiful Masochism

Writing is painful. It’s like dragging yourself across hot coals or yanking at thorned vines interlaced in your skin. It’s flaying your soul open and poking at mottled bruises to remember what the ache feels like. It’s staring at a computer screen or blank sheet of notebook paper and seeing the story unfold in yourContinue reading “The Beautiful Masochism”