what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.

= Charles Bukowski, “How Is Your Heart”

 

oh, hi there.

I’m Amy. I write things.

Sometimes I write for other people. Sometimes I write for myself. Sometimes I do both? Good example: I wrote a book a couple years ago.

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I run around a fair amount and I daydream a heck of a lot.

What happens here is a result of whatever happens when I’m not tethered to my immediate reality, and it’s my ability to write these things that make my life make a bit more beautiful.

That’s all 🫶