Crises
If you know me, or if you've read my blog, you'll know that I am a passionate person. And when I write things on this blog, I tend to overshare, and the length of the average post can be a bit overwhelming. So, obviously, I can write well. I am a talented writer. I don't feel bad saying this. I have been told time and time again that my writing is above average. I've written compelling application essays for friends that get them accepted into colleges. I've written term papers that my teachers have congratulated me on in front of the entire class. I've had college assignments entered into competitions. I've had professors ask me to use my writing as an example for future students. I've had a job on a campus newspaper. I was selected for a coveted writing internship on a well-known news-based website. I am a talented writer. But I hate it. Well, I hate writing with a deadline. I hate being forced to write something. I hate being a