If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s much too late in the day (er, night) to have caffeinated beverages. But then again, I’ve always been terrible at making good choices and managing my sleep schedule, so yes, I’ll take coffee anyway. The sleepless night and the compulsion to write something reminds meContinue reading “#weekendcoffeeshare: ‘Round my hometown”
I have been so scattered during the first month of 2017 that my thoughts can only come in a list of bullet points.
In which I revisit my twelve-year-old self to talk about these past twelve months and my twenty-four-year-old self.
Several years, dozens of notebooks and hundreds of stories, poems and blog posts later, I still seek validation for my writer identity.