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Relearning How to Write the Best Words in their Best Order| Deception

Haven’t I already admitted that I buried myself in debt for studying something I grew to dislike? Well, I’m admitting it again – sitting here, huddled inside a soft white blanket as I typed away, while Netflix streamed in the background. I had given up on writing – I wanted to give up on writing – because, honestly, I didn’t learn anything. Or at least I didn’t enjoy any of my classes because I wasn’t emotionally abused by my mentors. Don’t get me wrong, workshops in America are forgiving and I loved every bit of forgiveness I got. But I craved for the abuse of another school system. A system I was programmed to love – blunt, polite, and addicted to revisions. So, like I said, there I was typing away as Netflix streamed in the background – deciding which book to reread from the non-required, ‘How to Write’ pile I bought, with my Amazon Prime account. BEST WORDS BEST ORDER 2nd Ed. By Stephen Dobyns – there’s something alluring about a writer letting us …

On Social Experimentation

“You must be miserable to be a good artist.” – At 17, I became a poet and I was my own grief. Mentor after mentor after mentor taught me that the lifeblood of my craft or the thing that would recondition the lapses in the fiction-I-strove-to-write was finding despair and willingly let it possess me. Living with misery was like having a poltergeist constantly light your bed on fire. The pyromania – letting things burn, knowing that you are the cause of your own despair. It strove for perfection and it ate the details of my day, whispering, “Nobody loves you. You are hideous inside and out. Just kill yourself.” As opposed to, “Destroy everything you love. Your works will be a grand gesture. A testament to a love that once existed. Write about it. Destroy another person for they have destroyed you. Everyone will love you.” That is to say if the pieces were mostly confessional and not some sad sack of gibberish pretending to be difficult, edgy, and wrapped in compound adjectives. And …