Excellent, and I’m saving this to reread in the future because it’s important.
Um, yeah. I started this essay last September. I planned to publish it last year as a fun little thing but then life got seriously away from me.
I got depressed, had a slight breakdown, and had to rebuild my life from scratch. It was tough, and I’m still not at 100%. But I wanted to get this essay out there, because it is wonderful and hilarious and just a bit sad that it comes from my life before – now that I’m living life after depression. Well, almost but not quite. It’s a time capsule of me!
You’re a fresh new writer with a ton of ideas, and straight off the bat, you want to create a morally ambiguous, flawed yet sympathetic female protagonist. Why not, you say. There are literally thousands and thousands of male anti-heroes that are wildly popular, successful, and well-written; regular readers will know that…
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The blisters on my hand burst, so ouch. And it snowed here, thanks, Winter. Uhm…I wrote sex, and that’s all this chapter is. 3,900 words of man love. Enjoy?