At this rate, I think that I may need to start smoking or drinking substances that trigger creative juices because this is too much. So, after a lot of thinking, this week, I have decided to share how last week went for me.
The love for writing is probably one of the neediest things in the world, ask any writer. You fail to shower it with attention, then it will nag you like a desperate housewife
The other day, I had an important question to ask my dad and when I found him at the dining table busy on an architectural drawing, I had to swiftly think of the ultimate conversation starter.
Can’t the government introduce compulsory frosty leave or something like that so that on cold days like this one, hardworking taxpayers like me can rest?