On Writing and Knowledge · 7:03pm May 14th, 2018
Mr. Hemmelgarn has been showing up again. He's my old high-school English teacher. And late at night, or when I am really tired, he appears just out of sight. Just behind the corner of my eye. I can hear him breathing and wheezing, so I know its him. He huffs and puffs like a slowly-deflating air mattress, and he stares at me. He stares and whispers four ugly words:
"Write what you Know."
Shut it, Mr. Hemmelgarn. That's bad advice.