I always thought my first published book was going to be some epic Fantasy novel – one with dragons and magic and swords. (Think Game of Thrones but make it Black.) My debut book, however, is a collection of poems, entitled Crossroads. My younger self would be shocked, but also oh so proud.
Originally posted on Oferimugasi:
My stomach felt as though a chasm was growing deeper by the second inside of it. I had unknowingly balled my fists up so tight, I released by clenched fingers, blood rushed through them, returning the pink hue to my palms and yet the rest of me still felt numb.Back to…
It’s okay if you have a hard time loving yourself sometimes. We all do. Whether it’s just a few bad days or a constant uphill battle, you’re not alone.
The first draft: the bare bones of the book; the scaffolding before the building. It’s probably filled with errors and not to mention plot holes aplenty. But it’s also so much more.
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