
When Truth Holds You Hostage
But on the other days, the ones I can push through, the healed (or healing) part of me asks “Why don’t others believe they deserve me? Why do they fear what they want?”
But on the other days, the ones I can push through, the healed (or healing) part of me asks “Why don’t others believe they deserve me? Why do they fear what they want?”
Why I am taking a break but not really going anywhere.
As a writer I have always believed in trusting the reader. If a writer fails this, the prose suffers. It is where walls of text and overwrought exposition is born and storytelling goes to die.
No more than two blasts a month. No salesy stuff. Just me sharing my writing with you. Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy.