Johnny Worthen
There’ve been two moments in my life when writing has been both the clue and the answer. The first was in college when I finished all my general education requirements and the University demanded that I choose a major or go home. I’ve never been good at “what do you want to be when you grow up?” questions. The clue and the answer was "writing." The classes that I most liked all had a writing component. I could math, and science made sense, but the Humanities, where I could think on paper, talk across centuries, find truth in lies, suckered me in like a drunken roundhouse. Employment be damned! Bring me words! English it was.
