It’s pitch black in my bedroom. My eyes pop open but I can’t see a thing. I reach over to grab my phone and check the time: 4:55 a.m. I’ve been waking up before my alarm goes off these days; it’s quite annoying. I am dreading my feet hitting the ground because once they do,…
Tag: Writer
My Write to be Random (Why I Blog)
I came back to my granny’s house where I grew up to remind myself why I write. It’s been so long since I’ve picked up a pen in this way and I needed a nostalgic type of inspiration to get me going. This is where I grew up. Where I experienced my first fight, my…
