I decided a while ago that I needed something productive to do while I drank copious amounts of tea, and staring out at the often-wintry wonderland of Canada just wasn’t cutting it. So here I am: girl, writing poetry or keyboard mashing– depending on what kind of mood I’m in.
once a month when they happen. Prodding the muse with a stick seems to only make it roll over and snore, so it seems there’s a hiatus of sorts. Nevertheless, feel free to take a gander.