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This is great and rings so true. I resisted/hid from the fact that I was writing poems about motherhood because I worried that subject would be considered sentimental and not serious/literary (barf), but then when I finally put them all in a chapbook, it worked and made sense. And then I wrote a novel that is pretty weird, and I tried to un-weird it, and it just didn’t work, so I let it be what it is--and it was accepted for publication! Why do we resist ourselves like this??

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