Finding my old notebooks have made me discover a truth that I never thought was possible: I never stopped dreaming. My writing was merely lying in wait for the day I was ready to pick it back up.
Random musings about knitting, writing, and life in general
Finding my old notebooks have made me discover a truth that I never thought was possible: I never stopped dreaming. My writing was merely lying in wait for the day I was ready to pick it back up.