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Authors Note: This piece was originally published on my Medium account @jdyerwrites. I have since grown tired of that platform and am moving my writing solely back to Bear. Some of my earliest memories are of a young me sitting on my grandmother’s living room floor surrounded by crayons and markers. Beyond the circle of writing instruments was a stack of manilla paper covered in crudely drawn sea creatures that I had been copying out of a book. I had painstakingly tried to draw each animal, then copied the text that was below each fish onto my own paper. I was an author, and I was going to publish this masterpiece when I grew up. Of course, eight year old me had no idea what plagiarism was, but that didn’t matter. Young Justin just wanted to be a writer. If you’re reading this, I’m guessing you can relate. My entire life has been plagued by the love of the written word — mostly other people’s words. Riding the coattails of this love is my inner critic who insists that everything I…

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