Sometimes I dream about having a separate room with a pure wooden desk and a forest view to write in the mornings. I imagine waking up without an alarm, going to the bathroom, wearing my pink sweat pants and drinking water. I see myself putting the half-empty cup of coffee next to my MacBook and simultaneously […]
Tag: writing
I Feel It’s Coming
I cannot exactly say when I stopped writing. I only remember that, over time, it was slowly getting harder for me. I wasn’t able to keep the words direct and instead of considering what was stopping me, I just quit. I was afraid what will happen ‘if”. What will people think. What will “the others” […]