Isi FelicianoIt's about time.
I can’t recall how long I’ve wanted to do this. From the first moment I realized I could string a sentence together and loved the musical way it flowed, I’ve wanted to write a novel. So what’s stopped me? Nothing but pure, venomous lack of confidence. Well no more. Even with every word I write, that little voice in the back of my mind argues that no one will want to read the words I’ve written or story I’ve created. I’ve stopped listening and will continue to write until my fingers ache and my eyes bleed. Only good things can come from this I assure you. 11 months ago




