I'm struggling with words lately. Maybe I have writer's block, I don't know, but I have no urge to write. I guess I used to think I chased a dream with substance, but now I feel like I'm just one of a bazillion people who identify as writers and each of us is about as likely to find success as anyone else chasing an impossible dream. It's like I'm a wannabe actress that doesn't even live in L.A.

I don't know. Just --what's the point? What if I already am everything I'll ever be?

Anyway. Week Peek.





























1.) Christmas.
2.) Christmas.
3.) Christmas.
4.) Christmas.

PS - I don't feel much in the spirit. I desire snow.