Earlier in the year, I wrote a post about my 2020 writing goals, and then COVID happened. While Western Australia is in decent shape (no community transmission, no lockdown, very few active cases), the mental toll of watching the rest of the world burn has made writing incredibly difficult. I've put aside the novel I... Continue Reading →
Dear Emily
Every five years I write myself a letter to be read in five years' time. It started my junior year of high school when the guidance counselors asked everyone in my class to write a letter to themselves in six months, one year, and five years. I kept doing it. I thought it was a... Continue Reading →