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I am the most begrudging "content creator" ever. 

Oh sure, I love making things; I'm writing non stop. But keeping up with the blur and rush of social media and having a website (or a so two thousand and eight blogspot) is maddening. It is so incredibly unfortunate that when I make things I have to communicate that to people instead of just throwing my manuscript or zine or whatever out the door, trusting word will get out. 

In that vein- I was featured on the Hello America Lit summer collection, you can check out my very short track here. I'm thrilled to have been included on the mix. 

Spoken word and readings of my work is something I want to get into a lot more, but have been intimidated by such minor details of webhosting and sound quality. I recorded that story with a cardboard box on top of my head and no one has complained about it yet (except my best friend who said my voice sounded 'different'). 

I am not making any vows of blogging regularly, but I will at least make an effort to keep up on when I am lucky enough to collaborate or be featured other places. 

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