The Banal, Narcissistic Auto-Cannibalism of Writing About Writing: Part II

Dear Reader, Here we are, again. I am spiraling in an existential vortex, the same words ringing around my head like church bells at noon: Why am I the way I am? And more importantly: How dare I? Quick recap: I am soon going to post a reflection about Fearful Flash Fiction where I discuss what … Continue reading The Banal, Narcissistic Auto-Cannibalism of Writing About Writing: Part II