In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures.
In which Emma fights through her death plague to post her photos of the week.
In which Emma attempts to distract you from her tardiness with a picture of a cute kitten.
In which Emma reviews the week in which she almost quit NaPoWriMo and both of her cats lost their furry little minds.
In which Emma develops a metaphor out of the original Super Mario Brothers game.
In which Emma describes her sordid affair with Poetry.
Hi. It’s me again, getting all up in your computer screen’s grill to apologize profusely for disappearing and swear it will never ever ever happen again until, well, the next time it happens.
In which Emma takes. A. BREAK.
In which Emma further ruminates on the process of not writing rather than writing, and offers a series of metaphors.
In which Emma discusses duende, Mach compositions, her future husband Josh Groban, and whether or not poetry can actually aspire towards music.