Monthly Archives: January 2015
Someone got up at five a.m. to get photos at sunrise. And then someone felt like a zombie all day. The end. Advertisements
I’ve changed blogs a lot. Like a lot a lot. It’s always something. And if it’s not something, I’ll make something up. It’s too visible and I don’t want anyone to know I exist. Or it’s too hidden and hey, … Continue reading
Alternative title: “Bleh” The bright afternoon sunlight was just that. Bright. Blindingly so. Next time I want to take photos of the beach, I’ll try to wake up before noon.
I have an envelope that’s marked with those very words, the sealed contents of which I wrote when I was just fifteen. Maybe sixteen. And then promptly folded up and tucked away, not to be opened again until I turned … Continue reading
There’s nothing like a rough night’s sleep + a long list of excuses to put off writing to really make you put off writing. Writing more wasn’t even a New Year’s resolution, but I’m holding onto the fact that this … Continue reading