What does she write?

Well, she writes about stuff. Lots of stuff. Some of it is even fun. She writes at a desk meant for eating on, in a red room meant for making music in. She sits in a green Ikea swivel chair, on a flowery chair cushion her mom bought her. And she writes. And some of it is good. Some of it stinks.

Most of it is indeterminate in nature. Hopefully someone like you will give it the thumbs up or thumbs down one of these days.

Sometimes she writes blog posts completely devoid of content. Like this one.