It’s August and I’m already dreaming about November… which is understandably a weird thing to say. Nothing ever happens in November, so what could I possibly be looking forward to?
I’m looking forward to a month of blood, tears, herbal tea, emotionally charged playlists, and late night writing sessions. A month of second guessing myself, wondering if I’ve completely lost my mind, and throwing a ton of scrap paper in the bin. If this is how you’ll also be spending your November, you probably know where I’m going with this.