There are days where writing is a sisyphean task. Days where I wish I could split myself in twelve to get everything I want to get done completed.Days where I wish I could plug a jack into the base on my skull and do a full cerebral dump… sort out the mess when it’s on a computer screen.Days when that biting little voice tries to eat away at my confidence and tries to convince me I couldn’t
Published on October 09, 2019 04:00