Seriously, You Can’t Write. Check the Trash Can.

Maybe you’re a complete misfit in the world, which might go someway to explaining why, when you sit at a computer, staring at a blank word document, you feel tears falling down your face, such is the frustration; as if not another word will ever appear.

It happened to me. I was fifteen. I wrote about a young, smart girl in a turtleneck? She came from a respectable, middleclass…