Writing from the Depths and Getting Real
Writing is not for the faint of heart. I’ve often thought about closing my laptop and giving up on this writing dream. Those close to me have heard me whine and whisper words of defeat so much, they don’t bat
Writing is not for the faint of heart. I’ve often thought about closing my laptop and giving up on this writing dream. Those close to me have heard me whine and whisper words of defeat so much, they don’t bat
Nothing against peanut butter and jelly. I love a good PB & J on white bread. Tasty. But sometimes it’s not the tastiness that attracts me. It’s the easiness of it. And therein lies my loss. The comfort of the
Fear is about to meet its match. My neighbors scare me. I’m pretty sure one guy is a spy, and his wife hates me. But then again, that may be my imagination. Or an excuse– one of several I use