I have officially rebranded as “LizCultivates.”
Quarantine shmuarantine. Let’s get creative.
Here’s to more reading, more writing, more poetry, and more love in 2020. A toast for the new year and new things that will bring me joy.
My cooking routine continues with a delightfully savory dish and fantastic friends.
The whole world is not okay, but I am. For now. In this moment. And that’s all I can ask for.
He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago.
AKA Liz Begins to Hold Herself Accountable.
Since I’m getting back into this writing and blogging thing, I figured I should chronicle my progress with regular check-ins.
I finally Did The Thing and got a domain name, among other small changes to the site.