My Year of Writing (Part 1) – The Hurdle & Why

I actually surpassed this mountainous milestone last year back in middle of December, but I decided against celebrating then. What if the celebration was a gateway into quitting or being less consistent? Okay, I’ve done it. I’ve proved I can do it, now I can quit! “Nope, not me,” I said. I didn’t want that stamina to dissolve. I was in a vulnerable place after all. The holidays were upon us, and I was lazy and overall unmotivated. Plus, covid was still around and barking up every bloody tree. I couldn’t trust myself with

The Making Of

Here’s the thing- I’m not a lyricist or a singer but I love everything about music. Actually, singing karaoke in front of a group of people was once a crippling fear of mine. FACT. It kind of still is; I definitely wouldn’t be comfortable singing in public anytime soon. The closest I come to

The Write Stuff

From where I currently sit, I can see out the living room window into my backyard. I enjoy this view because it’s not a distracting one (no scandalous neighbourhood antics in these parts) but also, my living room makes me feel at peace. It’s a calm and cohesive space (especially

Right Back at Ya

I started this blog so many years ago (I can’t even remember the exact year now). The older posts on this blog were transferred from another site so even those dates aren’t accurate. Back then when I first started this blog, I had so many

I write, therefore I am.

In my last post there was a stark elephant in the room on the page. I called myself…