Volume 1
Number 3
February 2003
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Volume 1 Number 3 February 2003 |
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On Writing My uterus burning, my stomach queasy, I sit at my desk doing the exact same thing I have done for years: open up a notebook and let the ink ball glide across the rough-lined paper. Before, it wasn't so damn scary. I just forgot myself in a haze of words and phrases, fountain ink smearing on the page. Now, so much more seems at stake. I worry about tone, rhythm, and whether or not I have enough guts. But I think, by now, I can say that I do have enough guts. Some of them are just torn and bleeding. |
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