I have the kind of relationship with writing that I otherwise primarily find with romantic partners–unhealthy, idealized, exploitative, immature, and more often draining than rejuvenating. Haha. I’ve observed that relationships of all kinds (writer/product, reader/content, boyfriend/girlfriend, mother/child, etc.) suffer most not during times of true strife, but when expectations color perspective and inhibit communication. Please, allow me to demonstrate: Spritely Southern Belle meets Midwestern Weirdo … Continue reading The Writer Who Hates to Write