Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Barely edited. It’s only day three and too soon to give up. I had a haunting dream last night. And it haunted me all day. A little girl was mad, because things hadn’t gone her way. Is she my subconscious or is she someone real? She said I was supposed… Continue reading #3
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Unedited. I don’t like poetry, but I do like spacing out lines… I bought a house Because I was suddenly homeless So it seemed like the smart thing to do. It has a great backyard With a broken fence And the cutest rooms With slanted floors And unsafe windows Many… Continue reading I bought a house.
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Unedited. [Was going to try for 25 minutes but the attention span is too short]. I call myself a writer, but what am every day that passes that I do not write? Just a thinker. A conspirer. The ideas never go away. They can’t leave because they haven’t been released.… Continue reading Being a Writer