My crises are never really crises, I’m just dramatic.

I got my edits back from my publisher!

What I mean is, it’s all in my head.

A day in the life of a maxi-procrastinator.

*that’s a lie, I haven’t patented anything.

It’s a nice idea in principle, innit?

A short story I wrote for my cousin.

In which I discuss my honeymoon period with my current project.

In which an author tries to wrestle with her introspective, anxious nature

The time is come, and I have my precious Mondays back.