by Lexa Hillyer Here’s a thing you might not guess about me. I’m shy. Like, bordering on pathological. Especially when it comes to my writing. It started out when I was in high school. I mean, I was shy before then, and awkward, too, I just didn’t have as much to be shy about, other than the normal things like training bras. But in high school I started writing poetry—scrawling little half-rhymes in notebooks that were mostly (okay, entirely) terrible, and tragic, and all of it based on crushes that were as doomed as my work’s potential to be published. Around this time, a teacher asked me if I wanted to join the lit mag. I said … [Read More...]