Writing a Life
Fifteen years ago, I began to sketch the images that flooded my mind. My notebooks were a mess with doodles. My sketchbooks full of poorly drawn people. But there were two drawings that stuck out to me. I was thirteen years old, laying on the floor of my bedroom, listening Evanescence on repeat. My feet... Continue Reading →
To the woman who changed my life and inspired me to write, Lynne Ewing. Thank you.
For the last two years, my main focus has been wrapped around work, gym, and rock climbing. Not to mention the emotional roller coaster [my last two posts will shed light there]. But recently, I closed the door on unnecessary drama, and opened the door to a new career opportunity. It was terrifying, but exciting... Continue Reading →
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Dead Dreamer 