In a writing rut? Just write. Even if it doesn’t make sense, I swear it’ll somehow end up making sense. Even if it doesn’t. If that makes sense. It doesn’t have to be perfectly profound.
Some more late night rambling. (Fueled
Some more late night rambling. (Fueled by a Mexican food feast that dreams were made of.) Hope it makes someone out there smile. Because life really is crazy, and worth smiling about regularly. Especially after green chile enchiladas.