I’ve been looking to get back into writing. For a few years, it felt like I lost touch with what made it such a significant part of my life. I had stories to tell, but couldn’t find the place to start and couldn’t see why they wanted to be told to begin with. While I […]
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The closest I’ve come to reading fantasy in school was being assigned Animal Farm, twice. . . .
Sometimes, the things we want most are the ones in our way, in front of our eyes, covering what we truly need.
I’m going to be switching up my content a bit. While I love sharing my travel stories, I’m a writer first (like the book kind). I’m also making a video game, and I usually have tons of small projects I’m working on that my blog posts never mention. These projects are part of why I
I drove fast with the wind in my hair, down the Oregon country road in a flurry about how life would be so different in such a short time. Actually, I didn’t have hair, just a beard… The wind was in that, though, and everything felt momentary, all about to change so quick and righteous.