The night before, the electric in my house kept flickering. One room smelled faintly of smoke.
“Costly?” I ask, pushing her to continue.
my city, my rules
The night before, the electric in my house kept flickering. One room smelled faintly of smoke.
“Costly?” I ask, pushing her to continue.
Do I think I’ll write daily up to a hundred times this year? That would be cool. I’ve thought about journaling more and more recently. I used to do it in my twenties (handwritten and all) without hesitation. The year I was dumped, I filled up an entire velvet-covered book. It’s one of my most… Continue reading Daily Writing (001)