Write Anyway
Hi, hello, I know... Are we still allowed to blog in these weird times? I've been struggling with what to write here these past ten weeks. It's not like we need more noise about this virus or opinion pieces as to why this is so hard. I went back and forth as to with whether... Continue Reading →
Reflections on rejections. The lessons I've learned thus far on the long road to (hopefully) publication.
How does one write a second book exactly? Non-rhetorical. It seems that I operate on a cycle of making babies every two years, some in human form and some in book form. Now my second child is here and we've found a sorta groove, I have that second book knocking on my brain. But, I'm... Continue Reading →
It took me a long time to call myself a writer. It felt presumptuous for a number of reasons, and I harbored a real imposter syndrome for a long time. Now that I write and have done for enough time that the writer identity feels fully integrated along with all my other selves, a rule... Continue Reading →
2009: I'm 25. I'm two years away from finishing my graduate degree in Social Work. I'm a year away from getting married. Six years away from having my first son. And countless soul-searching breakdowns away from figuring out why I am so dreadfully unhappy. I spend a lot of my time crying. A lot of... Continue Reading →
I am a HUGE fan of National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo. Not only does it include an uplifting community and serve as a charming and satisfying way to kick off the holiday season, but I've become a better writer every time I've participated. Alas, it's not in the stars for me this year, as... Continue Reading →
This annual reflection forces me to slow down and gain perspective on the track I've laid in the previous year and pour gratitude into the work that has gotten me here.
I'm so pleased, chuffed, over-the-damn-moon-thrilled to announce I'M DONE!!!!!!!! I WROTE A BOOK.
If you’re struggling with starting your revisions, know that it is absolutely possible to go from crying over your computer at a coffeeshop at the start of your revisions (me), to doing a little dance in your chair at how well it’s all coming together (also me).
Are you editing a book? And by editing a book I mean, reading the same good passages over and over to make yourself feel better about all the ways it doesn't work, constantly refreshing your inbox for beta-reader feedback, and trying to remember why you even started writing this stupid story in the first place? ... Continue Reading →
Brimming 