A writer habit

I always end up listening to people's words and writing them down. It's worse when I'm in class. I'll be sitting down, writing notes or a blog down, and somehow I hear a great line to write down. My margins are filled with other people's words. They're diagonal and lopsided. I can't even remember where … Continue reading A writer habit

Your rejection

The first time I realized something is wrong with me– No. Hold up. Is that wrong of me to say that? When you break me into pieces for something I created can I– No. I’ll start over. Reset. Words on pages have always been my passion. No matter if I write it or not, it’s … Continue reading Your rejection

Thrift the Books

I changed my ways of getting books...a bit. As a child, I loved getting fresh books. The new book smell was intoxicating. I loved the idea of owning something that no one else had owned before. It was mine. But since I got to college, money and gifts hadn't come as much as they used … Continue reading Thrift the Books