Well, you’ve probably noticed this blog has fizzled to…zero posts per week. Although this is a common thing that happens to blogs, in this case, the fizzling is actually intentional. Because….deception! Ah hem. That is, I realized I deceived myself once again. You see, I’ve wanted to be a writer since 3rd grade, and I’ve written in different capacities since then. My main jam, though, is fiction. And poetry. My plan A has always been to be a writer. You know, when I grow up. Well, in the years following 3rd grade, I became an adult and realized the importance of being able to pay your rent. Because I had yet to earn any money as a writer (despite only submitting work a handful of times), I determined I ought to find another career path. A Plan B career just to do “on the side” of writing until I could earn enough as a writer to support myself. Enter: working as a field staff in wilderness therapy, where I found my other calling as a mental health therapist. This sent me back to school to finish a B…
