Faces look ugly when you're alone
A short story I wrote in college
He's a warm hearted [teddy bear] who'll love me till the end
Procrastination is the enemy of progress.
Among us, the writer is always the imposter.
I pulled a Thoreau this week, but it just wasn't long enough
I came to Porches to go insane so I'm not sure why I'm so surprised when that's exactly what happened...
For those of you who don't know, I am on a writing retreat this week. I'm staying at The Porches in Norwood, Virginia. This first post is about one of the other writers here.
A short explanation of why I began this blog.