The Wacky Ass Way I Do My Writing


Kesha, in church.

The Rockies, in first place. Me, saying, “hey, not so much cheese.” They’re all things that don’t seem to go together. Or if they did, there might be a rip in the universe. No one wants that.

A rip in the universe is worse than a fissure in a gas tank or a tear in your parachute pants (You 80s kids hear me.)

All three, though, are like elements in my writing process. They don’t always make sense. Let’s take a break from inside of my skull today, shall we? Let’s just outline the wacky series of events that make up my writing process.

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