I have been writing since I can remember. Poetry or short stories , I am not sure what mine should be classified as. One thing has struck a chord with me though, my writing mean nothing to me, I don’t understand them yet everyone around me sees somthing in them.
Tag: short stories
From the Pits of Hell (or Writer’s Block)
For the past three years, I’ve been trapped in hell. At one time, I fancied myself a writer. Among many of the things I wanted to do with my life, I knew that one of those was to write. If I was incredibly lucky, perhaps see my book in a library some day.I have always… Continue reading From the Pits of Hell (or Writer’s Block)