100% me on this website.
“The first draft of anything is shit.” – Ernest Hemingway
Because I’m me, stressing about what I’m going to write here has become close to a daily occurrence.
I just stand in the shower trying to think of different ideas.
Another Open Letter to Shitty Husbands? We’re about due.
Some random, embarrassing story from my past? Those are always fun.
Today? I have to apologize to you for all of the typos and poorly constructed sentences you come across here.
They embarrass me. And I’m sorry.
Virtually everything you read from me is my first draft. Sometimes I write from home. You get a cleaner product when I do.
But most of the time? I’m writing this at my desk at work. Squeezing two hours worth of work into one.
The results are poorly edited, hastily thrown together thoughts and words.
And because I’m hyper-sensitive to what people think of…
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