Hunger

I’ve recently found an open mic night for literary arts that feels like a really good space for me. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted a creative group until I went. So last month I pushed myself into the discomfort zone and stood up and read, and as terrifying as it was in the moment, I think I loved it. I’m probably going to read again next month.

The challenge is that I’m knee deep in two long-form projects, neither of which lend themselves well to reading small portions of. So I read some ne...