It’s not home without me here
Well, I’m back from guest blogging at Ecstatic Days and it was amazing, but I’m a little exhausted. I was definitely nervous that I would suddenly forget how to write and completely embarrass myself, but I didn’t. I managed to hold it together and write consistently decent posts. I wrote about why I write the way I write, tattoos, music, suicide, whatever was on my mind.
I met some really amazing people, fellow writers, I felt very comfortable. It was a bit surreal discussing my writing with KJ Bishop here and here. She’s an absolutely brilliant writer and author of The Etched City, one of the best novels I’ve ever read.
At any rate, I’m home with plenty more to write, but not right now.
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