I sometimes wonder if I wasted my prime diary-keeping years on Twitter. 21,500 ridiculous posts on my little public diary.
I was prolific in the birdsong genre — but ASCAP won’t pay me for any of that.
I sometimes wonder if I wasted my prime diary-keeping years on Twitter. 21,500 ridiculous posts on my little public diary.
I was prolific in the birdsong genre — but ASCAP won’t pay me for any of that.
Sally Garnatah writes silly things. Some of Sally’s stories are true. For legal purposes, consider all of these posts to be … autofiction, if you can stomach that kind of quasi-pretentious literary stuff. Sally doesn’t read autofiction, though. She’s too much of a country girl. You can find her down by the Tennessee River, out in the woods, standing in a sorghum field — or you can find her right here, on her blog. View all posts by Sally