Writers Who Burned All Their Words feat. Bix Frankonis

There are two obvious things about me—I write a compulsive amount and I keep and archive every jotting and scrap I write just as compulsively. I believe this began when, as a child, my computers and their software would fail. I'd read "bad sectors" trying to recover files from begrudgingly slow 4,200 RPM HDDs, and I'd lose dozens of songs and poems I wrote in a clunky, niche application called MasterSongwriter. To give you some examples, my first independently-published book was called The Dogwood Verses which is 580-pages long and contains every poem I wrote from the start of my childhood up until 2021. Another independently-published book I wrote was called The Reaper and Her Sickle: Rough Cuts, Spares, Afterthoughts, B-Sides and Experiments, which contains every scrap of writing I did during my university undergraduate career between 2021 and 2024 that didn't make it into a finished poem or essay. It's only 250 pages long. As of right now, I have over a million words and fifteen…