June 2011
3 posts
Circa 1998
I was an eight year old. There are few things that I can remember from the time that I was that young. But one thing that stands out is that I had this miraculous idea to be a writer. I was an ambitious child. My father thought it was a great idea. Needless to say I didn’t take that idea too far. But as I’ve grown older the impulse to write has grown. I’ve enrolled in play...
“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect...”