25 Days of Memories, Day 12
Some stories are hard to tell than others. It all depends on my mood, really, and how much I’m willing to write. But everything I’ve read is that writers write, period. And not because it’s this huge overwhelming passion (though for many, I assume it is), but because they’ve developed the discipline to write. Discipline … Continue reading
25 Days of Memories, Day 9
When I was 6 or so, I started taking ballet lessons at the YWCA. Perhaps that’s an ambitious statement considering that last sentence sounds as though it should be the start of a great career, and alas, it was not. There are a few memories associated with said ballet lessons that I must share. First, … Continue reading
25 Days of Memories, Day 7
Sometimes I think about stories I need to share and then I forget when I actually start to write. I need a better system to remember my memories…lol. I thought of one just a moment ago that I had to share: Getting shot in the head with a BB gun. What?! I know right, so … Continue reading
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