I sat down and pulled out the paper. I spend a few minutes staring, and this is all I got.
What happens when we sit down to write?
Every serious writer knows they should follow a routine.
words are usually my medium of choice
Yesterday, I was so fired up with ideas, that I typed the draft of a new post between 1AM and 2AM…
Skimming through shelf after shelf in the bookshop, I realize that I’ve had enough. There was a time long ago when I would look at these…
I sit myself down at my desk and begin typing, hammering down key after key after key, stringing letters into words and into sentences…
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of tired before with the way it seeps to the bones…