There was a time when I took my journey as a writer very seriously, mapping it out for future fans and autobiographies.
That was two months ago.
Giving up on ‘trying to improve myself’ freed me up to let my writing be. To see it for what it is – weird, flaky, sincere, and brilliantly chaotic. (Yes, I did call myself brilliant.)
Now I’m back to writing this blog, not to test my writing skills, but to connect with fellow writers and poets. So I’ll share my thoughts here, and you can tell me what you think.