So… it’s been over a year. 375 days to be exact.
To be completely frank: I’m not writing. I’ve made almost no progress on creative pursuits in the past year. I don’t know if I’ll ever “make it” as a writer, and this is absolutely the least important thing in my personal life right now, given the state of… well. Everything.
The water we swim in is chaotic and cloudy. The air we breathe is caustic.
But I’m still here.
-M