Writers are always strange people. Perhaps we're not even people at all. Not many people - in the whole world - can create an entire world from nothing. Something as small as a 65 character text could turn into a 70,000 novel without even trying. But are we human if we're gods of our own … Continue reading Are we human?
Another friend jumps up and down while I sit chained to a seat. Just another one really. It happens so much now that I have a blurred image of how it. One friend sends numerous question marks my way, shocked she could even be accepted to win. Another jumps off the bed and runs towards … Continue reading Late bloomers unite