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Harbour
Being tossed in a wind storm, battered from every angle, pelted and drenched from daggers of rain, not knowing on which side my balance will be lost – He is my solidity, holding me in place and anchoring me with … Continue reading
Snippet
“Ugh. Can you just, like… STOP … being so fucking good looking?” He gave me an incredulous half smile and shook his head. “I’m not. It’s just your skewed perception.” I stared back at him, scepticism falling away to practised deadpan. … Continue reading
Adventures in Beta-ing
In a previous post, I very briefly wrote about the job of a beta. Essentially, this is the writer’s “second” – as in the second pair of eyes to look over the chapter before it’s posted for grammatical errors, continuity … Continue reading
Stuck
I’ve stripped away from myself everything that ever mattered, and I’m left floating, alone, lost in a perpetual dark fog. I’ve forgotten who I was, forgotten how to love, how to care, how to live. Meaningless and empty. I’m trying … Continue reading