As an undergrad, I won a creative writing award and the story got published. Which is fine.
To give you an idea of the tenor of the story in question: The editor designed the cover which an illustration of handcuffs. My classmates got uncomfortable and did not like it in workshop (my creative writing professor told me to ignore them.) After I won the award and it got published, my professor told me to not tell my parents about the award. For reasons.
BUT. It was a literary award from the university, so it wasn't like really "50 Shades" explicit. ARRRRRRRRRT!
BUT. I googled myself and it came up. Some anarchist bookstore (IDK) is working on digitizing certain publications. And it hasn't been digitized yet, but it was named. So that's a fun time.
If any of my students found the trash I write, yes, I would die. I would throw myself into the dumpster.
Try being a lawyer...





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