My Least Favorite Question: “How is the writing going?”
Five years ago I was accosted by a girl in my head. She showed up uninvited, as if she’d been waiting for the opportunity to pounce. She told me her name,...
It might seem strange to label entries under “writing,” but you’ll find that I’m deeply in love with words, how they mingle and play with each other.
Five years ago I was accosted by a girl in my head. She showed up uninvited, as if she’d been waiting for the opportunity to pounce. She told me her name,...