Glancing in the rearview mirror, I checked my reflection one more time. This was probably as good as it was going to get. I took a deep breath and headed inside the fancy office building, the click-clacking of my knock-off pumps occasionally sticking in the uneven pavement. During the interview, I said what came naturally, careful to be authentic, but careful to “sell” my writing—as is indicative of job interviews. […]
Sometimes I feel the words underneath the surface and I know. I need a keyboard, or a pen. I need to write. Most of the time I don’t even know what words will come tumbling forth, but I can feel them floating to the surface beneath my skin; a long-forgotten splinter finally working its way out. I tap away at the keys. Scratching off the surface, like a gambler scratching […]
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