I’m gonna go for it… Again.
It was in 2015, I now recall, that I became a writer. I always knew I was one, though, because if you knew me as a kid you know I was that little, light-skinned bookworm sitting in a corner quietly with her nose tucked between two pages. Or in a tree. Or hanging upside down off the couch. You get it. But it was when I turned 25, I remember, that I took a real stab at writing. Continue reading “It’s As Good A Time As Any – Taking Another Stab at “Bethel””