I remember when writing was something I did from time to time; I remember when I ran home, went to the computer, and sat down with my world of thoughts to myself. I loved that. Just me, the screen, and LJ. It was an escape.
In a graduate program as a writer, I write. A lot. And I have to to it; I no longer have the option of waiting for the right
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