about runswithscissors
This journal began as a way to provide myself with a creative outlet after a year of life based mostly based in Spain. A simple way of processing twelve months of input and experiences while imposing a bit of discipline after four seasons spent not writing.
Basic, unadorned, a bit homely in its early days, runswithscissors has now -- six years and far, far too many entries later -- developed delusions of sophistication and outgrown its virtual kneepants to the point of acquiring its very own little corner of cyberspace. The kind of rapid growth that I imagine must inspire pride and dread in the heart of every parent (literal or metaphoric).
All right, I'm stopping.
Comments, commiseration, love letters or advice may be sent to runswithscissors at gmail dot com.
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