"My baby is ugly"
"My baby is ugly"
Or how I deal with the feeling of finishing a first draft
Dear Santa...
Dear Santa...
Marta thought I was the one eating the cookies every Christmas. I thought it was her. For five years, neither of us had ever asked the other. Until the day a question from our daughter, Emma, planted a seed of doubt in my mind.
On bad days
On bad days
That is, how I deal with the days on which I am emotionally void.
Lessons from an old manuscript
Lessons from an old manuscript
Or why even old dead projects may teach us something