Don’t Read This. It’s Just Another Intro Post.
Hear, hear
Hear, hear
Writing, by its very nature, requires a sort of delusion…one that convinces you that you have something to offer to the world. The levels of delusion vary, but I think it’s safe to say that writing is an ego-driven activity. There are many writers whose egos can rival a gun nut’s. I met a lot …
I talked about my dream writing space before, and then the room that we call the library another time. That workspace is almost ready. There is still a lot to do–paint to cover up, floor to clean up, and a desk to bolt. But this is where I’m going to be spending much of my time …
Even when I am at home, my mind maintains this need to explore. If I am not doing it through my writing, I am reading books. Whether I am looking over the Misty Mountains, or strolling through King’s Landing, or fleeing down the streets of Adrilankha, I always feel this need to travel far and wide, …
My happy-go-lucky, adventurous spirit is a facade. Not even seven years ago, I was this ball of anxiety and fear. There was so much I wanted to do, but also so much holding me back from really even trying to go for them. Going to the great outdoors, for example, frightened the heck out of …