Writing about what matters
I can’t believe myself. It has been so difficult for me to get serious about finishing my thesis. Every time I get going I let
I am writing this with my back to my iMac using my wireless keyboard, my feet up on my bed and my mind unclouded by
Looking forward to the day when I can again write for public consumption with “warts and all” honesty.
Random thought: this segment of Donnie Darko tells us so much about the setting and characters.
Eventually I will return to being a writer. This time I won’t be a depressed and mopey cookie-eater. I have to make it my career,
I think in backwards English, and I have for decades. I may have started in elementary school. I’m not sure precisely why I started developing
(Trying to get warmed up to write.) Over the last few months a work-related issue has resulted in my once again becoming the target of
I finally got (or finally understood, or a combination of both) the schedule of key dates for my fourth, last, final and ultimate semester at
Ruth Nasrullah 