What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet. ~ Juliet / Shakespeare
Once upon a time where was a blogger.
She blogged freely and wildly, and shared her deepest fears, her wildest rage and her most tender emotions with her readers. She used to think that writing was like breathing to her, that she simply couldn’t do without. That there could be no thinking if she didn’t write. That she would be stuck.