It's so cold here, so cold.
So much talk about nothing.
Slight bumps on the road, mostly hazy with chances of storm.
The story is out and read for your eyes, but be careful, as this might not be your cup of tea.
Why, oh why am I so reckless.
Bilingual problems took a toll on my writing process.
Waiting for the snow.
I am writing a novel, but what kind of novel?
An experiment in the making.
Let's get motivated.