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.
An informative but amusing longform essay on why diaries can be considered works of literature. This essay includes excerpts from my own diaries.
A short explanation of why I began this blog.