Sunday, June 30, 2013

Back to Basics

Writing, with no expectations, and swelled with a love for words and the stories they bring me. I've found my pen again, and it belongs to me. 

Monday, June 17, 2013

Wait for it

You gotta watch the weather. Wait for it. In the meantime, write and pretend no one will ever read it. 

The Boy, The Tree, The Sky, The Toy, The Sun, The Song

I was four when I started writing stories. Mom said I would take a piece of college ruled paper, fold it in half, turn it sideways, draw a p...