During my short college stint, every time I picked up a pen, this grinding, unnamed fear overcame me-later identified as fear that my real self would spill out. One can't mount a stripper pole wearing a metal diving suit. What I needed to write kept simmering up while I wrote down everything but that. In fact, I kept ginning out reasons that writing reality was impossible. I cranked up therapy and drank like a fish.
( Mary Karr )
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