by galen

Every young writer dreams of finding his or her true voice. What nobody tells him or her is that his or her true voice could be bad, which is what happened to me. Frankly speaking, ever since my ever-so-sought-after discovery of my own true voice, frankly, reading me has been torture of the utmost. And I have taken it upon myself to crucify myself in this article as a cautionary tale to any aspiring young novice of the pen and page who is trying to find his or her own voice for themselves. Which, for some people, basically, you shouldn’t.