The Yin-Yang of Writing

On one hand, I live an exciting life. When I write I feel like I’m creating art. I’m a painter bringing beauty into the world. And strange to say, no matter what I’m writing about, I learn about me. It’s humbling, but wonderful
On the other hand, I don’t make a lot of money writing. And the prison where I teach, they don’t respect writing. They treat it like it’s a game of Scrabble or something. They don’t understand that it leads people to know themselves, just as it has led me there. They force programs on guys and refuse to let them go to writing class where they have been doing so well. This hurts me a lot.

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