Dear Self, It’s okay. I know that I’m you, but if I weren’t there’d be all sorts of things I’d tell you now, right now.
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Dear Self, It’s okay. I know that I’m you, but if I weren’t there’d be all sorts of things I’d tell you now, right now.
It feels wasteful to write about writing. If I’m going to sit here and type, shouldn’t I type the things themselves instead of typing about the things? Yet, up there it does say that this is in part a writing blog. So I’ll bite. Or… Read More