“Anyone who writes has a real life and a textual life.”
Spill my guts into a Word document for safe keeping, but must I drag you all along for the sometimes torturous ride?
My personal experience and understanding of anything is not a personal attack.
Inspired by dreams of my Grandmother
And…it’s Saturday morning that I’m finally making myself take a moment to sit down and at least do my Friday post. I’ve been feeling a bit like a teenager, hormonally pulled and exhaustedly lazy at the same time. I think I’m ready for a vacation. Luckily for me, that is exactly what’s coming up...
Some people have said my use of profanity is also an art form.
To do anything well takes practice and you must make time to practice, not just shove it where you can.