Space, Imagination, and Mortality

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud When I was a girl, I used to think about the vastness of space.  My head would hurt as I tried to visualize how big it could be. Where was it going if it was expanding outwards?  What lay beyond it? Was it a blank, white canvass that was slowly being... Continue Reading →

Shhh, I Have Some Secrets

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud I have a few secrets as a writer.  Those who know probably don’t care and there aren’t many of them anyway.  As a writer is always good to have a few secrets, keep a card or two up your sleeve. I’m writing a dirty novel It is in the works and... Continue Reading →

Writing is hard

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud Writing is hard.  The hardest. You’ve spent hours staring at the screen and there is barely anything written. You go days and maybe write a sentence and that sentence doesn’t look like much.  There is no avalanche of ideas bursting forth, eager to get onto paper before they fly away.  What... Continue Reading →

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