Why is a raven like a writing desk?

I am convinced most days that I am in fact Alice, living in a wonderland, and trying to find my way home. To my real home.

In order to funnel my creative art ideas, my parenting theories, my spiritual philosophies, and of course my humor so that I don’t feel myself going stark raving mad I am entering the writing world. As quoted by Gloria E. Anzaldúa, “To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit . . . Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.”