What kind of writer…

A part of me always wonders what kind of writer I'll be. Will I be the one only some people remember? I can have my books taught in classrooms. Or be the one everyone gets obsessed with for a bit. Some can despise my work because of its popularity. My stories can change people by getting … Continue reading What kind of writer…

Writing every day

Writing every day used to be an ideal, a goal. I thought I must be getting somewhere if I improved my skill every day. I had to be. How else was I going to get better? I'd write even if it wasn't good writing. To practice was to improve. It didn't matter what was on … Continue reading Writing every day