Write, teach, quidditch, repeat.
Tracking the time I spend on projects is something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time. It’s one thing to feel like you’re spending a lot of time on something, but it’s another thing entirely to quantify it into cold hard math.
My mother hates when I say, “I’m sorry.” I never used to understand that until recently.
Yeah yeah, I know it’s already September. Between writer’s block and travel, I didn’t find the time to knock this out until now.
It’s September 1st, but since I missed the Hogwarts Express again, I decided to make my way back to Hogwarts via other means.
It’s Salted Caramel Mocha season (pumpkin spice who?) which means it’s time for my annual “Holy shit, how is it fall already?” moment.
I am not alone in my manager struggles and I have never been. There are at least 15 other people…
It’s not the ending I wanted, but it’s not really an ending. I’ll still be on the sidelines, watching, worrying,…
I wouldn’t have seen as much of this country as I have if it wasn’t for quidditch. The traveling may…
It’s not enough to be lucky; you have to know when to take the win and walk away.
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