Under The Influence
She lifted the pages and waved them in the space between us before she spoke. “Candice, the writing is good. But I can't seem to find you on the page. It's like you're reporting events from somewhere outside of yourself. I just keep wondering, where are YOU in this story?” Her words struck a chord deep inside me, & I had no idea how to answer her. I felt like I'd been using my writing to try to claw back into the center of myself since...