Allegedly we all have a book within us, sometimes screaming to get out, but more often just mumbling away in the background way too embarrassed to show its face.
That’s how I feel about my writing, it’s too shy and humble and I’m way too anxious. So together we are going to use this blog to practice and flex our writing muscles.
Writing exercises, prompts, brain farts and, at times, pure explosions of joy. They will all be here, as will be my pleas for attention and support in my misery of trying to extract that book.
Nothing is out of bounds here, all forms freely attempted and accepted. Poetry, drabbles, short stories, aphorisms, truths, fictions and everything in-between.
Follow if you want, it might be fun.