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I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but it happened. Was it sometime this summer? Or did it happen before then, maybe last fall? Did it happen in a sudden flash, like the Big Bang, marked by some kind of milestone that I missed along the way? Or was it…

In September. That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past three months. When will I clean out the over-flowing dresser drawers? In September. When will I start eating healthier? In September. When will I start writing more? In September. In September. In September. In September. With this mantra, I…

Don’t worry; this isn’t going to be one of those letters. You know the kind. Some well-intentioned and wise adult writes with a just-trying-to-be-helpful shrug about how you should stop doing this or change that. Usually it has something to do with your clothing choices or selfie-taking habits or flirting…

As a writer, most of my work is done alone. It is just me, my computer, the wild horses running through my head, and the blank page staring back at me. Part of me wonders if it is this solitary, independent, and introspective side of writing that continues to…