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  • I had one writing coach. For a very short time. A long time ago. She was a published author already in those days. Rather famous these days.

    I sent her some of my writing ahead of time. I was nervous as I arrived for my first session. She held my writing up with two fingers as far away from herself as she could, plugged her nose, and let it drop into the trash. She said, "Do you have a PhD or something? This really stinks. Boring."

    So, in my desire to be a 'good' student, I went off in a different direction. Again, I sent her some of my writing ahead of time. Less nervous. I mean, it couldn't be worse than the first time, right?

    She met me outside as I arrived. "So," she said, "You talk to God, huh? Sorry, I don't mess with writings to God. I guess we're done."

    The gift she gave me? Give up on 'trying' to 'learn' how to write. I think about it. Time to send her a(nother) thank you note perhaps.





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