I hesitated about writing something about this – about drugs and me and my past and my childhood and my… Read more sobriety, drugs & writing something real
learning to love how nothing makes sense
It tickles me when I come across a channel or blog online where their last post update was something like… Read more learning to love how nothing makes sense
archie’s ambitious pre-30 writing goal that can also get you inspired too, maybe?
I am turning the big three zero in 2019, can you believe it? I know, I seem so wise for… Read more archie’s ambitious pre-30 writing goal that can also get you inspired too, maybe?
cannot see the trees because of the forest
Hey hello! In the spirit of me running late this morning, let’s get straight into this, shall we? What I’ve… Read more cannot see the trees because of the forest
why i blog – xoxo attention-seeking introvert hopes for approval of strangers
I have already answered why I began writing fiction, so let me unpack why I blog. Or, why do I keep… Read more why i blog – xoxo attention-seeking introvert hopes for approval of strangers
wasted potential, potentially wasted…
Hi bonjour – welcome back. Despite sporadic blogging habits, the rest of my offline writing life is progressing well. I… Read more wasted potential, potentially wasted…
it was the best of times – if only somebody would have told me (life update # 3)
Aloha! Thank you for clicking on over here. Welcome welcome, or welcome back. It’s been too long since I wrote… Read more it was the best of times – if only somebody would have told me (life update # 3)
how to love yourself today in 10 steps (free DIY mental health self-care help)
Hey y’all. For those who know me, or visit this site on the regular, you will know that I am… Read more how to love yourself today in 10 steps (free DIY mental health self-care help)
we are afraid of the same thing
I am pretty confident that I can describe your greatest fear. Not only that, but I can prescribe a formula… Read more we are afraid of the same thing
on fuck-ups, neither the first nor last
Fuck. I should be writing more. Not good – me writing so little. Not enough words. No, not enough good… Read more on fuck-ups, neither the first nor last
