Sometimes when I write, my brain is quiet. Too quiet. My fingers wait, paralyzed. To express something that doesn’t feel . . . there. How? Sometimes when I write, my brain is noisy. Far too noisy. It seems my fingers can’t keep up . . . but repeatedly press the “backspace” key and somehow still … More Sometimes When I Write . . .
I love to write. Hence this blog. Two types of people exist in the world: those who use the Oxford comma and those who don’t. I cringe when text messages are not proofed and formatted Turabian-style, and if possessives are still incorrect on a billboard or branding, I deeply question the sustainability of society. You … More Hence This Blog