Dead Winds, doldrums and why I write.

After I wrote my memoir, with help from a professional writer, I thought I was done with the craft. After all, my goal was to share how I went through life in the wrong body, and that would be it. I hoped that, at best, my memoir might prove helpful to anyone going through something similar. It was also cathartic for me. Then, something happened. I had the bug, the writing bug, that is. From that moment, I wanted to learn more about the craft of writing. Hell, I just… Read more Dead Winds, doldrums and why I write. →