I guess there is a reason why I ended up an editor.
A little like this
Fraud?
It will be the year of structure. I will make time to write, corral little chunks of hours. Things will be produced*. (*I will find an alternative to the passive voice to avoid that overexposed personal pronoun.) I have been guilty of calling myself a writer with little to back it up. Let’s be honest. […]
Daryl
There was an older lady and a man sitting on their deck. They were chilling with a beer (him) and a glass of wine (her). They were happy. They sat for a while. The man turned, as the lady said “I love you. We have been together for so long. You have supported me through […]
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Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]