MONDAY MEMORIES: The Death of My Inner Poet

How a single job interview changed me as a writer

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During my late teens I was a bit of a tragic poet. What I lacked in long hair and open-collared shirts I made up for in obscure rhyming verse that people either found depressing or just didn’t understand. Writing novels was always the long-term goal, but poetry seemed to come more easily to me in my teens…