I'm a 1989er who graduated with my Bachelor's in Creative Writing from Evergreen State College in 2018. I wrote a lot of small stories, and a couple of novellas, during my time in college. Since I have sold my soul for a bi-montly paycheck and all my creative endeavors have fallen to the wayside as burnout gulps down the last scraps of my passion. Are there words left in me? Stories? Or am i just a shell of someone who pretended to be a writer for 4 years?