I’ve avoided blogging for months on end. As I feared it would from the start, writing fell to the back of my to-do list for the past few months, and landed somewhere between “reading for pleasure” and “deep cleaning the fridge”. Occasionally, I would start writing something, and then abandon it three or four paragraphs … Continue reading It’s been a while.
I didn’t want writing to be my hobby. I wanted to like music; I wanted to play the guitar for an all-girl rock band, or paint, or design. I wanted something else, anything else, in my heart. But none of those things were there. Words were. So, much to the dismay of my mother, I … Continue reading Are you there, Writing God? It’s me, Anna.