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.
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