I write like a girl. I write about my lady life experiences, and that usually comes out as unfiltered emotion, unrequited love, and eventual discussion of my vagina as metaphor.

Then I don’t “write like a girl.” I’ve actually had people tell me this — my writing doesn’t resonate with them because it’s a little too dry and cold, or too sarcastic; not enough “feeling.” Mostly I just stress over not being a good writer, period. I mean, the mechanics of putting words on paper in a meaningful manner. I’ve almost learned that my “good enough” probably is, and maybe not everyone is noticing those little mistakes I keep making, but it’s hard.