Today I met someone named Nicholas. He as unhoused and told me he was a felon. That this caused him to struggle to find consistent housing, work, and just a safe space to talk to. I'm glad I was able to chat with him. He told me he was a writer and even showed me the journals he was writing his novel in. I gave him as much of my lukewarm at best advice on finding an agent and only submitting an outline and the first 50 pages of a draft to an agent. We had great conversations about bags, pockets, and music too. I hope that the warmer weather treats him kindly. And that one day I read the book he was excited to talk to me about.

My original day job laid me off. While yes I am frustrated that I am in this situation, I also understand that there was nothing I could do and I was in fact a good bean. Look out for writing drafts, illustrating story outlines, and all around more talking coming from me, the kid who intends to get louder.

Don't get me wrong, yes I enjoy my blog on Tumblr and the more ✨ silly willy ✨ thoughts that can live there. But for some reason I am having trouble just writing and posting poem(s), drafts, or just anything me there without the pressure of 'reblogability'. No, not everyone has a a blog theme or vibe to adhere to. But (and this is a big but) personally there is more pressure on Tumblr to right something profound to where the old millennial hipsters and their children reblog it. So although on my professional website please enjoy the many shades of me.