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I have a college degree in English Literature which gives me no skills- no real concrete evidence of any talents or tangible work. Sure, I have my forty page papers on authors and poems the real world have never read, and would never care to read- sure I sit around a classroom and analyze and argue with the professor or my peers over the tiny details and descriptions which make Literature great- but, I sit here, a woman who feels like the one thing I would love to do, eventually, in my life- Write- has never been taught to me. I spent six years in college and never took a creative writing class! I'm sitting here, at my computer, listening to calm aucoustic folk music and attempting to write a creative work ---- dead end. How frustrating. I think it's because I've spent so much time criticizing writing to actually attempt to write is a real fear I'm facing.
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