No matter how much you've read about blogging, you will not truly progress until you firsthand try these.
He was always calm and he knew a lot. You could talk with him about the universe. And about my dream — to become the captain of a ship ...
I love my mother; she is a bit crazy, but in a good way. Of course all good-crazy people are crazy in a good way. She is an artist and a musician, is my mother, though not by profession. By profession she was a teacher. Her father had said...
Nothing exciting happened. I was with
Says she became a writer partly because she was a very early reader - they lived in the north woods and there were no other
"I woke at 05:45 after a phenomenal eight hours (I said eight HOURS!!!) sleep and felt..."
"Fast forward ten years and a lot changes in a neighbourhood. People move in, people move out. Friendships and relationships sprout up and later disseminate. And people die." [...]
"The leaves have been swept. The patio is all clear. Things are getting organized around here. Almost ready to ..."
The fact is I do want to write for other people. I love people, or more especially, persons. (Actually I also love groups of people. But only when I’m drunk.)
"I’m a lot like a trucker in some ways."