Cinnamon Air, a wistful poem
Another of my not-so-recent poems but lighter. Nostalgic. Penned in Sri Lanka.
Another of my not-so-recent poems but lighter. Nostalgic. Penned in Sri Lanka.
This is one I pulled from my Google Keep archive. It’s not recent but still one I think about.
The advice to “write a shitty first draft” has, until recently, been enough. No longer.
For the first time in my life, I have free time. Here’s what I read in Jan and Feb and what I think of it.
There’s a handy-dandy exercise I turn to when I can’t get in the writing mood.
What could possibly be so embarrassing but also teach one so much? You’ll just have to read to find out.
When you have to write you have to write. It’s in the bones!
I’m not going to begin this article with an in-depth discussion on the love-hate relationship I have…
Hello world! I did a thing. I bought an iPad. I installed Procreate. I learned to make stickers.