A second month of 2016 has left and opened up a new path. So much has changed, yet so little has.
February was a month of color for me. The beauty of rainbowed wildflower gardens, the kaleidoscope of sensory music, the vibrancy of nostalgia. The full spectrum of light seemed to illuminate or color everything I did or thought about, and I can’t say that it’s over yet.
I spent most of early February trying to brainstorm how I was going to salvage my story Cursed. Continue reading