I don't really know when I started reading or writing but I know that ever since I started selling my words, I have grown insecured and doubtful! Every article poses new threats and every reader is a critic. The feverish anticipation of creation is often dampened by the price expectations and I hate it. I do realize that to write I need to sell and the cycle goes on but it is my right to resent the process :)
Like many women writers, I dwell on emotions a little longer than my 'practical self' would like. I personally like my poems better than my prose but I would like nothing better than get my book published.
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