Liminal spaces are not meant to be lived in, but can they still be places where we can build a life?
Perhaps it’s the brevity of the month, or perhaps it’s how worn out I’ve been, but February seems to have flown past without a moment to alight.
I’ll be honest. I am uncertain how February has crept up on me so.
For those of you seeking moments of meaning in the noise, this January, remember what years are made of.
It’s been a while, and then some. Here’s an update for anyone wondering what has been going on with me.
A brief personal update.
When adventuring isn’t as quick or easy as you thought it would be, it might be time to embrace some of the weirder (im)possibilities.
Featuring: New Year Goals, official travel documents, and a lending library of bookish artefacts.
December catch-up, featuring: WIP updates, a continuation of this year’s baffling vagueness, plus my favourite travel stories
There are no shortcuts in publishing, and no guarantees. But what does stale cake have to do with writing success?
