A Writer With No Writing

People keep telling me to write, as if it's just that easy. And my uncle tells me to be brave as if it's a thing you can just be. I know that I want to be a writer, but I find it so hard to just put pen to paper... or I guess finger tips … Continue reading A Writer With No Writing

Writer’s Block

Why aren’t I blind yet? The whiteness staring back at me surely should have seared my irises by now. Maybe I’m dead. They do say that you see a bright white light at the end. That would explain the complete absence of thought that I have been nursing for the past hour. I should try … Continue reading Writer’s Block