I remember when I started drafting, I was both terrified and excited about where it might lead, what the writing of it might dredge up—emotions, new self-understandings. As writers we know that’s a ‘good place’ to be...

- Bill Marsh
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I was everything in those stories that I thought I couldn’t be in real life: a sassy smart aleck with an uncanny ability to insult and/or shame all those who wronged me in any way. I also wrote letters to my mom (my frequent antagonist) and then tore them into tiny undetectable pieces and threw them away. I suppose it was always about the process of writing for me, about how I felt after writing, not about publishing my end products.