There was a funhouse mirror in a dim room. I left it for the midway.

I've connected with incredible writers who I consider friends though we've never met, and, I write almost every day. Heaven.

Mortar and pestle your thoughts

Cook them in a spoon

Feel a pen’s prick

Ahhh...

Prose has showed me that it was okay to express my pain and emotion. by doing so i've grown more.

Prose has taught me you don't have to write whole books - just beautiful bits.

When all I had was a cheap bottle of wine, Prose made my demons hide.

When inspiration is lacking and motivation runs dry, I come to Prose for refills so I can continue to fly.

Teaching me to attempt the fantastical.

Breathing fresh life into my writing.

Refuge for the bits and pieces of me.

A platform to post my writing on, and read the writing of other authors. Thanks!