I had glorious plans about where I’d be in terms of rewrites for The Mythology of Us, but we all know what happens to the best laid plans of mice and men; they get buried under snow and enter hibernation. Combining my participation in a three-month mentorship program where I worked closely with a baby writer in her teens with the immediate, vicious drop in energy as soon as the temperature dropped, I dropped the ball. Hard.
These Posts are by:
It’s been so long since I’ve updated this space — I return to dust, debris and desolation. Posts are scarce.…