Category Being Twenty Seven.
Drafts from the past.
“A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” I have been here many times in the last six years. Over and over again, I return, desperately willing the words out of my head to be written. Over and […]
December 6th: Lift Off.
I am sure this entry will land me in all kinds of ‘interesting’ trouble, but I am almost twenty eight, I just don’t care. Before I start, I am going to anticipate the reaction for a moment, and say for the five bazillionth time: This blog is not Facebook. Who even reads this anyway? A […]