Tomorrow marks my first foray into formal writing workshops in over six years. As said before in this blog, I used to write creatively prolifically in my younger days when I wasn’t as afraid of people panning my words or ideas. I had enough bravado to think that in high school, I had a way with words that was above and beyond my peers’ abilities. That hubris was backed up by winning a regional writing competition and moving on to the state level (where I proceeded to dramatically choke in the timed writing exercise). In college, I felt like I was one of millions who were just average. It was a feeling that kept me from auditioning to get into the music program (which…