I stopped reading when I was about six. That’s strange to say, right? Here I am: a storyteller, a writer. But I also have a tough past with reading. Around first grade, I got tired of being tested for reading. I hated reading something just to get brought hard comprehension questions. I didn’t understand any … Continue reading What book saved me?
After writers send their work out to be critiqued, it can feel as if forever stands in front of them. Time has stopped. Even as life goes by, nothing happens to them. They wait, filled with butterflies. Days and months and years all feel like lifetimes. Perhaps it's because they're nervous. They just sent their … Continue reading Waiting forever