I always imagined that workshopping writing in person would be akin to walking into a room full of strangers, dropping your pants, and asking them to point out all the pimples on your butt. Writing is like that—intimate. Something you do in private. You’re exposed, but you can’t see your own issues. It wasn’t like
I’m admittedly a late-comer to the podcast thing so it wasn’t until I started writing with intention in 2018 that I sought them out, subscribed, and listened regularly. Now, I miss them when I’m all caught up. These voices and their insights become your friends at the gym, on flights, or during your daily commute.
I’m not above taking, trying, and learning from every little bit of advice on writing and publishing that I can find… They said: Read, write, and submit to literary journals // so I did They said: Your first draft will be a dumpster fire, but write it anyway // so I did (and they were