Los Angeles, CA
I’m always hearing that in order to figure out what brings you joy, think back to what you liked to do as a child. Well, I suppose I liked to make up stories, but then my high school English teacher took a red marker and made my papers resemble a bloody crime scene. Because I believe the woman is officially dead and can no longer attack my work with a vengeance, I’ve picked up my pen again.
My dream? To continue writing until all the notations on little scraps of paper I discover in my pockets and purse find a place on the page.
Please follow if the mood strikes you. It always makes me happy to see someone come back for another round. Comments are also greatly appreciated.