The storm lit up the clouds. The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Lightning strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment. That last strike is me. Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
College should be helping me, right? But why do I feel like it's holding me back? Instead of writing short stories, I'm writing essays over British poems. Instead of editing my novel, I'm learning about different Japanese grammar points. I'm not making connections in the writing world. Instead, I'm worried about my two handwritten finals. … Continue reading Is college holding me back?