The truth is that I don’t much like writing about myself, as a woman or as a writer.

Well, that’s a big fat lie.

The truth is that I write about myself all the time. I just call it writing stories, inventing plots or crafting characters. I have a euphemism for every season. On some level, this is true of every writer. It’s a survival tactic for when rejections and bad reviews roll in. But in one form or another, we all revisit our hurts and magnify our triumphs on paper. I’m just really good at pretending otherwise. Here’s why. Read more