wip – of words & books

Reader, I turned my phone off and, for a dramatic flourish, hurled it across the room.

the week of editing: a suffragist aboard

Then I played the violin. Then I had a mental breakdown in the kitchen. Just your usual Tuesday activities. No writing was done.

You can look back on a butchered page and think: my gosh, this looks legit! Maybe I am a Proper Writer after all!