I woke up weepy. Sometimes life seems so overwhelming that all the wonderful moments are invisible. I checked my computer and found this. There you go slapping me along the side of the head, “snap out of it!” Feel the love?
There is nothing to writing. Just sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
I woke up weepy. Sometimes life seems so overwhelming that all the wonderful moments are invisible. I checked my computer and found this. There you go slapping me along the side of the head, “snap out of it!” Feel the love?