Writing about what matters
I sent a ranting email to my Goucher mentor about my feelings on categories of writing and how my brain is going to explode over
In last night’s post I promised to continue my train of thought. Yesterday was kind of a thoughtful day, as in I wrote for like
Yeah, I’m tired of categories: birds, planes, essays, reportage, memoirs, literary journalism, blah blah blah. I did some journaling today and some thinking about what
In my continuing quest to find the root of my procrastination and thus rid myself of it, I’ve identified an attitude that is probably a
Oh Allah, it is Your mercy that I hope for, so do not leave me in charge of my affairs even for a blink of
The more I read the more confused I get. I just wanna write about stuff I’m interested in and stuff that I think will benefit
I’m at Starbucks because I met a friend here and thought I’d go ahead and continuing writing while I’m here. It’s just not the same
Just for fun I checked the stats on the blog I wrote when the bookstore I ran was open and found that it’s still getting
Ruth Nasrullah 