Mar 14

So all the ducks were in a row, and the mountains collided and time and space had been opened for me (AGAIN), and here I sit with something profound and noteworthy to say about being a writer, and how it encompasses my soul and blah, blah, BLAH! No matter how third grade it sounds, I actually have a best friend. I’m not sure he’d take a bullet for me, but I assure you I’d take one for him. I think that Read the rest of this entry »