I once published a short piece about my wanting to publish a book at the age of 21. Yeah, this one
I got comments that helped me chill and review my view about not rushing time.
In reality, I was actually Working on three stories. I was excited and still I’m about them, but I’ve decided to let that dream go. While doing that, I’m chanting Que Sera, sera. Because my hard-drive decided to give up on me.
They’re all gone. Gone gone.