How to keep going as a self-taught writer

I’m a huge fan of Shaunta Grimes. Just when I think alright, I need to explore other writers, she levels up and invites me up the “elevator” with…

There’s something lonely about America.

It’s a place filled with so many people but the vastness of it and the possibility it offers haunts anyone with an inkling of hope.

I don’t live there anymore. I use to, for eleven years. There was no big plan for me…

“Artistic or Autistic?” Jeered Jerry the

elephant. Emily sat with her trunk wading in a bowl of white

paint. She stared at Jerry, Chris, and

of course, David, her brother

When I shook your hand

I had the strangest sensation

I dipped my hand into butter.

You’re just a babe.

What a strange encounter

To have to say goodbye.

Matthew stood on the street with his arms out, hugging an imaginary tree.

“That’s so weird. I pass by this tree every day and I’m so use to it that I didn’t even notice it wasn’t there until now.”