"I have a gem of a bird. She sits in my pocket, whispers to me wonderful words."
Last week was a bit rough for me. It was one of those weeks when I contemplated why I even bothered to write and only came up with unsatisfying answers. In the end, the answer was simple. I write because I have these stories circling through my thoughts that I need to tell. I will keep telling them...even if no one is listening.