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“And it’s hard to dance/With a devil on your back/So shake him off.”

WHAT IT MEANS TO WRITE Like climbing a god-damn mountain. Hurts more than childbirth. Not enough hours in the day. Can’t type fast enough. Can’t keep up with what’s in my head. Can’t get what’s in my head onto paper. Frustration. You will fail. Can’t find the right words. Can’t explain what I dream.  Every day, someone else finishes a book. Gets an agent. Gets it published. Every day, it’s not me. This is stupid. I should quit. ...