Writing is not a race, but it sure can feel like one…

22 - Writing is not a race but it sure can feel like one I scribble away on the pages of an overstuffed notebook, desperately trying to get my thoughts down onto paper before they scatter away in all directions like a disturbed ants’ nest. It holds me together. Writing, I mean. When the fibrous network keeping my mind in place starts to unravel, I quickly grab a pen ... Continue reading Writing is not a race, but it sure can feel like one…