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I’ ve studied literature since I was 15. It is the only thing I have wanted to study. I loved it and I still do. I started writing criticism as an undergrad student and got published. I still write it and I still love literary theory. I never took a creative writing class, for none of the two universities where I was a student offered them. I never considered taking such a class, for I gave up writing literature when I was around 18. Ten years later, I started again, not with poetry, as I had written in my adolescence, but with prose. I was awful. To this day, I feel embarrassed by my first texts. I never tried to publish. I knew critics, I was one, and I used to be vicious as a critic. But writing literature (even one as crappy as mine) made me feel thrilled. It still does. It is also emotional hell. I found my perfect creative outlet. I have been writing fiction for 7 years now. I have a completed novella, which I cannot edit for the 10th time because only the thought...