Do strangers tell you things? Do you regularly make friends with strangers? Here are three stories about strangers I’ve met.
Sleeping in the van that night with the sound of the rain on the roof was so relaxing. It’s hard to explain just how good it felt that this thing I had been dreaming about doing for so long was finally happening. But the story only gets better from there, because I was about to meet Ed Jr.
Do you ever get stuck in a cycle of drafts without publishing? I’m attempting to overcome my fear of the publish button by challenging myself to share a story a day for 100 days.