
They say the best writing is unguarded.
The writing that speaks—that is worthy—is the writing of truth.
Gut wrenching, honest truth.
About love;
death;
sex;
religion;
depression;
people;
fragile hope;
hopelessly delicate faith that weaves in-and-out of unanswered questions;
and witty, wishy-washy, wavering life. Continue reading »
Today marks the 300th post of Soiled Wings. Wild. So I wanted to say thank you – to you.
The strangest, and maybe most difficult thing about transitioning into a freelance artist’s life is promoting yourself.
Writers Conference in November. I’ve told many of you I’m nervous. Specifically I’ve said, “I could just throw up.” And I feel like I’ve been “begging” for prayers.
How redundant huh? Could I BE any more nutty? {said in a Ross from Friends tone}
I’m having a day (really a week going on two) of mixed emotions. It’s all something like “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly”. Who knew that a title, from a spaghetti western movie made before my birth, would get so much use!