July 5, 2021 Becoming a Writer: The Livejournal Days This project keeps making me reflect on who I am and how I got here. Maybe it’s seeing Shifting Sands through multiple perspectives? Or…
January 11, 2021 Memories and Perspectives: Reflecting from a writer’s POV One of my earliest memories takes place in the living room of the first home I remember. It was sunny. I was playing Barbies with my sister. I’m pretty sure Princess Jasmine’s head had not yet been ripped off in a quest for vengeance. We were both little – I was probably around three years old. Then mum came in with two old people.
December 21, 2020 Memories of the Soft Toy Soap Opera Hey, everyone, how’s it going? Today was supposed to be the second part of the author branding series but, I have to admit, it…
