The Right Words exist for everything.
A lovely little jaunt down memory lane.
Her makeup and her hair don’t match. The hair is thin, and graying through the artificial coloring. Her hairline is…
Sometimes I think I’m too late to turn things around.
Writing is itchy.
The thrilling conclusion to the one I wrote last week. I know you all were so excited.
Reality was pretty damn loud this week.
The creative process begins the moment I silence reality.
My walls are grey. Around the bedroom, a few peeling patches reveal both the white underneath, and the lack of…
Depressed but not defective.