My dad never read to me as a child.

I think I might be… done?

What do you do when you see the light at the end of the tunnel? Why, build a bit more tunnel, of course.

Sometimes writing is a cool river.

Migraines hit me pretty badly this week.

Sometimes, it all just… works?!

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.