Writing. God. The writing.

The exchange of words. The words. Nothing makes me feel more alive than writing.

When I was in college I took a couple creative writing classes. I debated on minoring in creative writing or printmaking but ended up doing neither… mostly because a single class was nearly 4 grand at SCAD. But really I was just a little chicken nugget and didn’t want to pay it back…

I’m still paying back what I have accrued.

But… the lessons I learned in my days in art school has served me well…

Ps. I’m finally writing my book…