Description: Moving Pieces. Moving Places. Moving Peacefully.
Moving Pieces. Moving Places. Moving Peacefully.
It’s one of those nights where if I don’t write now I’ll probably burst into a million letters and commas—and especially em dashes.
So often I feel like a writer without a home. Not without a literal home because we live in an adorable little rental (emphasis on the “little”) in my favorite part of town (hence the reason why we might not ever leave). As a writer though, I don’t always know where I best fit.