Some days, self-doubt takes the lead. But every day, I'm proud to call myself a writer.
Some days
Progress
Remember that orchid I told you about back in December? I'm happy to say I've made some progress with it. It hasn't exactly started growing yet, but it has stopped dying. It's possible the two of us have reached a stalemate, of sorts, and that we won't go any further. I figure, though, that even... Continue Reading →
Tea time
I've been making an effort to drink more tea lately. It's a little healthier than the mochas and lattes that I usually drink. Not that I've entirely given those up.
Reluctant bun
Some days, Cookie really doesn't want to have her photo taken.
Ribbons and bows
I'm one of those bad people who wraps presents at the last minute. It isn't because I don't like wrapping them, either. I actually quite enjoy it--well, except for the part where Cookie tries to eat the wrapping paper. No, my last-minute wrapping habit has nothing to do with any lack of enjoyment, and everything... Continue Reading →
Miranda Burski 