Conception

Last year, I tried steam, oh, I tried it. But like so much ice on a hot sidewalk, I fizzled, puffs of vapor roaming the air. So I thought, why not drop off the Internet entirely, ghost the world and become like a ghost in my cozy den of letter writing and hand-stitching. Guess what?

Thirty minutes in, hand-stitching hurts.

No one replies to letters.

Hello again, Steemit. This time, I'm going to have fun.

And I purchased the first stock of my life on Robinhood, because I am not yet less-talented Emily Dickinson.

Not.

Yet.