Life

The view from here

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the blog lately. Or rather, why I haven’t been blogging lately. ‘What about the blog?’ everybody yelled in unison when I shacked up with Bogart. ‘Don’t you worry about that,’ I sassily retorted. ‘I’m still me, my interests haven’t changed, and more importantly, who I am isn’t…… Continue reading The view from here

Dating · Friends · Life

Write here, write now

I am a writer. Sometimes I get all self-deprecating and call myself a “writer” or I say I have a silly little blog, but deep down where it matters, the word writer is carved into the very essence of my being. It always has been and it always will be. I am — most of…… Continue reading Write here, write now

Friends · Life

Pen-t up

Clearly I like to write about my feelings. I have eleventy billion journals floating around my apartment — some written in, others just sitting there and judging me with their sad, blank pages. There’s something about putting pen to paper that has always felt right (and always will), something no amount of page views or likes…… Continue reading Pen-t up

Dating · Life

We’re all mad here

Sometimes (aka now), I get a bit too in my own head about the ongoings in my life. That's where the blog comes in. I get to vomit out a bunch of words to the hypothetical readership and the vast spaces of the interwebz, control that writing itch (oh good, now I've made writing sound… Continue reading We’re all mad here

Beginnings · Life

It begins with hope

Well, here we are. Not “we” really, I’m not royalty, and I’m pretty sure there’s just one of me. Well, here I am. This is where I tell you why I’m blogging, and why you should read it, right? If you’re here, either you’re a dear friend reading because you love me, or you took…… Continue reading It begins with hope