When I set out to write (yes, it was a conscious decision after growing tired of my own excuses as to why I wasn’t) I read everything I could find on it and in doing that, read a lot about rejection. So in some ways, I was prepared, or at least forewarned, as to what
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.
