Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released. Natalie Goldberg (via nightesaur)

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released. Natalie Goldberg (via nightesaur)

Excuses, excuses, excuses… (Alternate title: You are a seed.)

(Photo taken by me on campus. No stealin’, ‘kay?) Okay, so nobody’s replied to my first blog entry yet, which is totally fine. Why? Because it means I get to make stuff up! 😀 Let’s talk about excuses. For example,… Read moreExcuses, excuses, excuses… (Alternate title: You are a seed.)

Excuses, excuses, excuses… (Alternate title: You are a seed.)

(Photo taken by me on campus. No stealin’, ‘kay?) Okay, so nobody’s replied to my first blog entry yet, which is totally fine. Why? Because it means I get to make stuff up! 😀 Let’s talk about excuses. For example,… Read moreExcuses, excuses, excuses… (Alternate title: You are a seed.)