No, I didn't spell that wrong. Or, at least, I spelled it that way intentionally. I always hated the term bookworm–partly because it was always directed at me in a mean-spirited way, and partly because I went fishing with worms and didn't really hold them in high regard. Also, it didn't really seem like something I wanted to have anywhere near my book obsession. But, then, being a fantasy nerd, I read the word "wyrm" and got a new persective. I'd rather be a fearsome, armored

Summer feels like a liminal space, I'm not gonna lie. We're only two weeks in, and I'm already losing track of the days, which is honestly impressive since I started journaling daily. But we'll get into that in a minute. Why am I telling you this? Because yesterday, all day, I thought it was Tuesday. And since I post to my blog (typically) on Monday, I didn't think to write up my post, which is why you're getting it a day late. So what did tip me off that I missed a post yes

After years of writing and hoarding poems, I finally submitted to a few competitions! Okay, so I'm actually a bit late giving this update, but you likely already saw it if you follow my account on Instagram. All the same, this is something I've avoided doing for a long time. I've been told by experienced poets that it really is a wise choice, but it just seemed so intimidating. So why now? Well, I'm going through some things and making some changes in my personal life. One of