I’ve only got one reason to be excited today, but it’s a good one.
At 14:00 today I rolled out of bed, head aching, and remorsefully canceled a date with my friend. 439 more words
Some days, I sit down to write a paper and all of my thoughts come pouring out together. Things seem to flow and click, kind of like the grace of a speedy cashier at the grocery store who scans and stacks the food perfectly. 596 more words
I am re-blogging this post by kind permission from Karyle Tomms.
Yesterday my aunt was laid to rest. Cold Arkansas wind sawed at our ears as we stood beside the grave site, an omen of snow later to fall. 2,229 more words
Writing is such a solitary endeavour. Of course, we writers/illustrators/creators are no longer isolated or starving in a garret as in years or centuries past. (Forgive the aside, but is it only me who perceives ‘starving in a garret’ as somewhat romantic when transported to 20th century Paris? 463 more words