If there’s one consensus within the writing community or any other creative space, it’s that there’s never enough time in the day to work on your projects. Between a 9 to 5 job, school, family, the general duties of life, how is someone supposed to fit writing into their day?
2020 is just around the corner. With it comes the inundation of posts about the past decade, the journeys people have been on, and the excitement of things to come. Since deciding to restart my blog coincided happily with the New Year, I figured I might as well hop onto that metaphorical train as well, and look back at the last ten years in my writing life.
I always loved science. My brain is wired analytically, and I always did well enough at anything quantitative. I also crave new knowledge, and I’ve always been too ambitious for my own good.
Let me start off by saying I love food, cooking, and everything in between. I'm passionate about where my ingredients come from, the farmers who grow or raise my products, and I'm borderline obsessed with keeping up with the newest creations and innovations in the culinary world. I just don't normally like eating. Contradictory, I know, but bear with me.