Growing up, you could easily describe me as a bookworm. I would spend entire days curled up with a good book and I was always on the hunt for new things to read. I loved the quiet of reading, the focus it requires, the escapism, and the way it inspired me to write. And then… [more]
The screen is blank. I’m staring at it, typing a few words, and erasing them again. It’s sort of like writer’s block, but it’s really Me block. In the rush of daily life, I’ve lost touch with myself. It happens every so often, when I have too much going on, or when I don’t get… [more]