Are you there, Writing God? It’s me, Anna.

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.