sink or swim
I’ve gotten in over my head, or I’m afraid that I have. But I think I’m willing to risk drowning. I got accepted into a IPRC’s writing certificate program. And they are not fucking around. There’s lots of writing and lots of reading. And it’s all due now. Ok not right this very minute. But you get the gist.
I’ve got to write some fiction. I’ve got to do it this week. And I haven’t really written fiction before. To be honest I’m scared I’ll write something craptacular. Not even in a spectacular way, but an ordinary way. I’m also scared I’ll become insufferably narcissistic. All I’ve talked about with RU the last two days is me, me, me.
Who does justice work for? It doesn’t work for you if you’re black and a dyke.
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