Day 91.2 of the editing process

Nobody ever told me how to write. Nobody said you can be a writer. Nobody thought it was something you could do. I didn't live in that aspect of the social or academic world and POOF... On bed. Sleeping for two hours. Shoe hits ground falling from my foot. Bang. Awake. Two hours was definitely not… Continue reading Day 91.2 of the editing process

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Wanderings of a writer in the digital age or whatever number who gives a bad word

I like these kinda posts even though...but short message. Nope. I don't know why I even write this shit , probably somewhere in my brain lost somewhere I must like the act of communication and somewhere people are saying cool or whatever, ha, and so...Strange and so I have to finish a book. Well, I don't really… Continue reading Wanderings of a writer in the digital age or whatever number who gives a bad word