This is how far I had to go—Masters Degrees, Professor jobs, PhD chasing—to prove to myself that I am not—in no way—the fucking idiot daddy always told me I was; and honestly, I only did all that so I would finally, finally, finally give myself permission to be a writer.
Just write.
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