I haven’t been doing much creative writing lately,
is coming out in the fall and contrary to what I’d somehow fooled myself into thinking,
my work is only just begun.
More to come lovelies, I promise. all sorts of things are moving and shaking.. a website, a video, events, travel. opportunities for folks to support getting the stories in my book out into the world. For now… disjointed waitress poetry will make an attempt to return, because learning how to market a book gives me a headache, and I need to write creatively again.
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