NYC Week Sixteen: Internship over, or positive self-talk

11:51 pm. MONDAY, MAY 19th. I’ve been in writing mode all day. I haven’t written much, but my mind has been super focused and soaking up everything. My thoughts are toward the future, as in next week, when I come back from my college commencement and return to my bedroom in Queens, my food serviceContinue reading “NYC Week Sixteen: Internship over, or positive self-talk”

NYC stories: I call myself a writer

Being a nonfiction writer has been my reason for not writing. “I don’t have any assignments,” she says, her voice raising from her throat to her nose. That excuse doesn’t cut it. If I am a writer, it’s because writing is an essential part of my being, it makes me who I am. If IContinue reading “NYC stories: I call myself a writer”