i suppose sometimes you just have to start writing. even if the words fall in fragments, leaving letters and half-thoughts strewn across the page, the important part is that you write.
right?
when writing about themselves, many writers deem it appropriate to start from the beginning--with “the beginning” meaning many different things. for me, i don’t know when it really started, but i do know when it began to end.
i write in little splotches here and there, dependent entirely upon my whimsical inspirations and careless words. enjoy these fragments of a story i'll likely never finish.