Where does the unpublished writer find the validation to go on writing?
It felt like being on a ledge, with vast emptiness below my feet. I wasn't writing—but I wasn't not writing.
If I do things just right, the terror of the empty page won’t rise up and engulf me.
Words have the power to bless or curse, whether they’re spoken, written, or thought.
As a child, whenever I walked to school in the rain, the earthworms frightened me.
