I think every writer hates it. The chore of stenciling or pecking one’s ideas on paper or screen. Trying to weave the perfect-pictured soliloquies from mind to legible blocks of linear phrases, sentences, paragraphs, articles, essays, etc. The fear of anyone reading them publicly. Critiquing them for a job. Brushing through them breezily on a whim. It’s a vulnerability I’m not quite comfortable. But it’s something I’m going to endure and wrestle into submission. Come with me on this journey of hate-writing the things I love, like and detest.