Home for Wayward Writers, Sun and Moon

There’s something strange in the air this week at the Home for Wayward Writers. I’d be lying if I said strange wasn’t the norm for this little niche of the internet, but this is…intriguing. Chills sprawl along my skin though it’s not cold. Not at all. The air is hot. The sky outside the tallContinue reading “Home for Wayward Writers, Sun and Moon”

Home for Wayward Writers, the Observatory

My nerves flutter as I pull open the door. Anticipation for what this week will bring feels like butterfly wings against my composure. Even so I smile as I enter. The room is empty and the windows are dark. The fireplace gives the only light, a soft orange that dances intimately across endless book spinesContinue reading “Home for Wayward Writers, the Observatory”

Home for Wayward Writers Grand Opening

I draw in a long breath in attempt to squash the nerves that are fluttering around in my stomach. No use in doubting myself now, I’ve already bought the place. I look down at the curling skeleton key in my right hand then back to the big, wooden door in front of me. First thingsContinue reading “Home for Wayward Writers Grand Opening”