I’ve spent most of my day supine. Chills and fatigue hit this afternoon and didn’t really let up.
You never saw so many people excited about 7 inches.
If you told me yesterday I’d poop the bed today I wouldn’t have believed you.
Dear (Agent): In late 2020, a gentle, androgynous voice bloomed in my conscience. The days. Write it all down. Manuscript. If you knew my long history with this voice, you’d know why I paused. Words filled my headspace like expanding balloons, and I batted them away, defensive and confused. Manuscript? I had at least 3 …