…to the point of being a shitty writer. Every last thought, that tangled ribbon of nonsense, gets put onto the page, as though editing were a bad thing, a thing for assholes, chumps, or the nouveau riche. I am in the middle of reading an essay over at Tav's magazine, Rookie and fuck it all, if I could write like Emma Straub I would never have a sad or insecure day again.
Here is Emma Straub. Isn't she freakin' adorable?
One issue I am having now is I joined a writing group and I am not sure the two women are right for me. I am lured in b/c I loved one of them right away, as she is a real salt of the earth person. And the other woman has some impressive cred. Well, at least somewhat impressive. I just think their writing is boring, well written, but not at all appealing to me; I need to be around ppl. who are more edgy. But I am going to stay with them and be honest about how I feel, and maybe it'll lead me to somewhere else that will fit me in a better way.
Back to the story: I feel like I cannot get edgy enough with it, so I am dancing around what I truly want to say. And it is , btw, super hard for me to write fiction.