It’s my 26th Birthday. I feel so blah.
Life has been intruding into my writing time. I’ve been noticing the slow demise of my carefully constructed discipline, time chipped away at a slow and steady pace.
I write every day.
Spend 5 minutes reading things on social media, and you’re bound to come across an article like this:
I gave dry January a go and lasted three weeks which is enough, isn’t it? I’m not normally a fan of such fads…
Almost exactly one year ago, I published this —
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