Decoding myself
Storyteller
I write the way I attempt life, one prompt at a time, one mess at a time and sometimes, all at once. Gurgling, giggling, sobbing; embracing each day as it comes. When there is no right way to do life or writing, the only way left is together.
If you look long enough, will it reveal itself? Experiments in looking and recording. Format agnostic -almost. At play with ideas, words and form. Here to swap stories just like we did when we were 5,6,7, ... lying on bellies, palms propping faces?
Brewing personal essays along with my filter coffee with feelings and funnies