I don't feel like myself. And I don't think it's the cold medicine. It's a strange feeling, and I am not sure what to do about it...if anything. Where I had ambition, I have a certain satisfaction acceptance of things just the way they are, for now. Where I wanted to be a freelance writer … Continue reading Fearless Writing Challenge, Day 86: Where Have I Gone?
I hope you remember me when you see pink roses or smell strong coffee. And of course you will think of me when you hear someone speaking French, or you stand on the Eiffel Tower and are still enough to feel the sway of the floor beneath you and the Parisian wind in your hair. Of course … Continue reading Fearless Writing Challenge Day 19: When Will You Remember Me?