Only when you turn off the lights can you see the shadow within your own eyes. The Writer and the Monster. 8220;Just write, one word at a time. This is why I stopped writing. My monster got the better of me. And I knew it would take a lot of soul-searchi.

Who is this fool? New Editions and the Inevitable Questions that Follow. And while I have all manner of things to discuss with that game, especially now that I have my Cargo Box in hand. Does any of this sound familiar? Edge of the Empire. I mean, a deeper dive i.

Entirely unintentional, but it is so incredibly easy to let writing slip away from you as the days pass and you try to make sense of them. The danger is in defining yourself singularly. In finding your identity in one thing, be it a degree, a person, a place, a job, a bank account balance. Because, regardless of whether or not you are in a place to call these things.