For a long time I sabotaged myself as a writer. I thought I had to know exactly what I was doing before I could start a project, but in the last few years something has changed. Call it the wisdom of age, or perhaps it's the wisdom of getting so bored by your own BS you no longer pay attention to it. As I began to write poetry a few years ago, I chucked…
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