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| (Public Domain) The Bonfire of Hatred and Fear |
By the time I got to high school, my love of writing warped. And by warped I mean my grade-driven panic and tendency to over think nearly strangled it to death and then lit it on fire as an inauguration of hatred and fear.
So whatever survived of it was just enough for me to like the product not the process. One of my English teachers referred to me as:
"one of the most high strung students in class"
....and he was not wrong. Timed Essays rooted utter terror in my soul. Longer essays drove me to insanity and to literally stare at the blank computer screen for hours. Hours.
Luckily, all my essay drama failed to also kill my affection for books. And so I decided to be an English major despite my writing hang ups. College helped me try different tactics to conquer my panic:
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| Me after an essay marathon with my makeshift cape |
Luckily, all my essay drama failed to also kill my affection for books. And so I decided to be an English major despite my writing hang ups. College helped me try different tactics to conquer my panic:
- Wearing a cape made from a blanket to make me feel empowered rather than whipped.
And to give me access to a blanket for naps. - Wrapping a scarf around my head to keep my hair out of my face and provide some fun distraction when things start to go poorly.
- Having a manic dance party when I hit writer's block.
I want to continue working on my writing process to continue eliminate my panic issues with it, and that's why I've decided to start this blog. What about writing makes you like/hate it?


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