It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?
Category: Weeds
The End of the Tens
I've learned that dreams can cripple you. But maybe only if you let them.
About Fridging
You can do anything in a story. And people can absolutely call you on your shit.
Reading My Own Work
I wanted readers to have a conclusion of sorts, even if in my mind the story wasn't finished.
By Any Other Name
I've seen too much, and I've lost too many. And too much of me still wants to fix it.
Other Girls
We're all important. All of us. Even if we're not princesses at heart.
Until Death
I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.
Bloglets: The Utterly Exhausted Edition
I desperately want to write but you're going to have to put up with this mélange of nonsense instead.
I Can’t Do That, Dave
Memories can be a choice, sometimes.
The Power of Names
I've written myself through loneliness, depression, anxiety, anger, fear, frustration for my entire life.
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