back to the drawing board (for words)

I am going to make a list. If there's one thing I've picked up from reading this book recently (or the start of it), it's that: lists are perfectly acceptable, even helpful at times. This is one of those times. I will call this list...

Stuff Potentially, Maybe, Almost, But Ultimately I'm Going to Try to Write About 

1. a series of failures, the stuff of truth and pain and sorrow and eventual small spurts of joy

2. a collection of vignettes about random everyday happenings and occurrences

3. a book of photography and interviews with women in the community

4. a fictional story based on the identity imbalance of a Muslim American girl raised in the South

5. unconnected stream of conscious ramblings

6. I. Don't. Care. End. This. List. Already.

Epic FAIL, Saira. I'm also epically unmotivated and I lack serious creativity today, as opposed to unserious creativity that is rampant in my mind right now.

So let's end this with some Eisley. I'm still giddy I get to see them in June. Life, you look good, dude.

Toodles (but I need more doodles),

Saira