This year it seemed as if just about everything was outside my control—except for my writing. I chose not to share it with many people, but I started working on a book back in March. As months went by, I became obsessed with it and pushed myself to the limit of my mental and physical capabilities. Writing was exhausting, but it also became my safe harbor away from pain, death, and the seemingly endless supply of injustice.
Nadia's Reading List Email for November 2020
Nadia's Reading List Email for November 2020
Nadia's Reading List Email for November 2020
This year it seemed as if just about everything was outside my control—except for my writing. I chose not to share it with many people, but I started working on a book back in March. As months went by, I became obsessed with it and pushed myself to the limit of my mental and physical capabilities. Writing was exhausting, but it also became my safe harbor away from pain, death, and the seemingly endless supply of injustice.