I think I’m writing a book. But really, I’ve walked straight into a staring contest with every lie I’ve ever told myself.
Lies like:
I’m not creative enough, patient enough, or smart enough to write
fiction.
I don't have the bandwidth for any big projects right now.
I can't have what I really want.
But the story hasn’t exposed me. It’s revealing me.
I’ve been…
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