I used to be that writer.The one who couldn’t hit “send” until I’d edited a draft for the 27th time.The one who’d stare at a sentence, convinced it could be tighter, funnier, smarter—until I killed the entire flow. Grammatical errors? Typos? Even a misplaced comma could send me spiraling.(Spoiler alert: sometimes, I’d edit so much… Continue reading Progress over perfection: why I finally gave myself a break
Ettenyl Writes 