I haven’t written in quite some time now. And every time I need to answer that cruel question, “what do you do”, I feel like dying. I don’t know what to say anymore. I do not write. How can I call myself a writer? All I do is sit in front of the screen, scroll … Continue reading Of writing and love
I have embarked on this year with Virginia Woolf's very insightful essay, Three Guineas, portraying Woolf's ideas about women, women's education and what part they can play in prevention of war; if educated in a non-traditional manner.