On Writing

I’m going to ‘fess up to something: For years, I was a proud writer, and I don’t mean proud in a good way. I mean the kind of proud that says, “I’m right, I can do it, and I don’t need any help.”

You know… the same kind of pride 3-year-olds exhibit when they defiantly announce, “I do it myself,” and then proceed to put their shoes on the wrong feet, their shirts on backward, and their pants on inside out. That kind of “proud.” Read more.

Nancy

 

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