When I look to the sky...
Free writing in da club.
My journey to a novel: the struggles.
apricate; to bask in the sun
My journey to a novel: May 2019.
Where I find inspiration.
fyrgebræc; distinct, sharp crackling or breaking sound made by a fire
‘Tis afterwords that everything is understood. Old Irish Saying It’s hard to look up to the sky and trust in the faith that everything happens for a reason. When things skip a beat or turn around, it leaves trails of…
Noun: the end of the day, evening (old English) The sun dipped behind the trees that stood jagged and tall around the crumbing path of dirt and rock. A light wind rustled between leaves and pinecones dangling from branches above.…
Writing Prompt: a storm, the old oak tree, a scar.