A place where I write for no one but myself, but I somehow find the courage to share it with the world anyway. Enjoy :)
That person over your shoulder doesn’t exist. The one who sees the words flow through your mind and sneers before you have a chance to type them. Don’t pretend that you’re not alone right now. You are your only critic. The house is empty. The sun is out. It’s a…
I feel like I am slowly uncovering the dark jewel that is my underlying sense of self…that self that knows she’s a bad person. I never saw it before, didn’t even know it was there. But now it’s finally come to the surface because I’ve finally decoupled my accomplishments from…
Today I attempted to simply observe people, rather than assess their potential for violence and vitriol. It was fun. First, I saw a short, older, slightly unhappy-looking man walk by. He was wearing worn-out black jeans, a worn-out black jacket, and a worn-out grungy-looking backpack. He was also wearing a…
Am I a good writer? Do I have what it takes? Can I focus for long enough? Can I get the creative juices flowing? Will anyone (other than my boyfriend) recognize me? Will I be better than the others? Good enough to be published? Good enough to make a difference…