Over and over again I have seen a common piece of advice often given to beginning writers. WRITE. You’d think this would be obvious. Isn’t that why writers are called writers? Because they write? *gasp* What a breakthrough.
I really enjoy a nice warm cup of tea in the evenings now (I blame England). And because of this, one thing after another has led me to discover I am a very easily distracted person as well as the fact that I just avoid humanity sometimes.
For some reason I have never known the name of my favourite flower. Weird, I know. It’s come up before over the years, when someone will ask what my favourite is and I’d have to say I didn’t know. And after said conversation I would always resolve to look it up online as soon as …
Because in my mind that’s similar to, “Are you alright?” which implies there’s a noticeable problem.
Today I don’t think I can help but babble a bit about one of my favorite words. Apricity: the warmth of the sun in winter. Sadly it isn’t used too often but I stumbled across it rather recently and it has been my current favorite word since. It seemed especially appropriate as I happened to …
