How often do we look at each other? How often do we truly see what we are worth? A picture is worth a thousand words. What is a real live image worth? Who gives us the power to judge each other? If you commit a crime, does it make you a criminal? If you use
As I sit on my couch watching Spider-Man: Homecoming and the demands of raindrops pelt the siding of my home, I wonder how far is too far when it comes to pushing the limits in our writing. Recently, my motivation jumpstarted a new story I would say I am writing for me. Then again, aren’t
I appreciated Doc’s Tavern location conveniently outside of town because making another trip to the city would’ve driven my irritation to an uncontrollable high. I walked in to exactly what I had imagined, a drunk and irate Luis. This wouldn’t be his first trip down this route, but it would be his first shameful appearance.
I sit with my cup of coffee in front of my computer with all the necessary tools to work, yet I find myself on the other side of a transparent wall. One that was created from the self-doubt lingering in the corners of my mind. I call myself an author, but doubt has entangled me