My hometown state university has done it. They’ve found the only person on earth less likely to teach a group of conservative military members how to write than a pacifist mime. Picture it: twenty uniformed soldiers sitting in a classroom, notebooks open, waiting to learn the sacred craft of writing. In walks their instructor—tattooed, rainbow-scarfed, wielding a coffee mug that says  Death Before Grammar Rules.  She announces she’s a bisexual, queer fantasy author who hates

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