Hey, Lindsay!
Let’s sit around the campfire, because it’s story time c;
3 years ago I was a very different person. I wasn’t very happy with my body, or my job, or my life in general. I found myself in a place where I could either try to change or give up completely— not only with writing, but everything. The only thing that made me happy was writing, but I never finished anything, ever. I had a dozen half manuscripts and a handful of first chapters— but nothing else. I didn’t want to give up, i...