I found this quote the other day and it made me wonder. Can everything the writer creates, be traced back to the writer? Is there a way to write that is entirely outside of self? Or is the nature of the beast that we must write about our lives in some way or another, even if it’s not terribly obvious to the reader? Have you written a poem, character, story, etc that you were able to say you couldn’t find a shred of yourself in it? And if so, was the quality of the piece to par with your other works?

 

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