Tag Archives: Writing
We are all messes of ourselves, and yet somehow the pieces always make a puzzle.
I suppose we are all walking on a path of dust to the mountains.
If you’ve been following my blog with any interest at all over the past few years, you might have noted that I have written a book. You might also have noted through The Diary of an Unpublished Author series, that I’ve had very little luck with literary agents and prospective publishers in publishing said book. After a […]
Counting freckles in the mountains.
I’ll happily drown if you’ll be there too.