I wrote the second draft of my novel. At the end of February, after years of working on it, I finished the first draft of my novel. I stopped and paused to celebrate. I felt very proud of myself. I thought, I'll take a few weeks off, maybe a month. And then I'll move onto draft … Continue reading Writing and Nanowrimo
I haven't been writing on my blog, and I feel really guilty about it. Every week I have the intention to sit down at the beginning of the week and write a blog post. Every week I start something, and I don't finish it. I want to write for this blog. I want to create … Continue reading You’re Only Human
Sometimes, it's really difficult for me to actually sit down and write a blog post. If you are a regular reader (is anyone out there?), you might have noticed this. I aim to post on Mondays every week -- some weeks that doesn't happen. Last week, for example,I posted on Wednesday. The week before -- … Continue reading Writer’s Block is All About Letting Go
I have spent my entire life uttering the phrase "I can't wait until _______" I can't wait until college. I can't wait until graduation. I can't wait until I can quit this job. I can't wait until I'm a full-time writer. I can't wait for a house, for a relationship, for trips, for my big … Continue reading It Can Wait
When I left from Florida two weeks ago both my brother and my sister in law were at work, so I had to call a Lyft. I’ve used Lyft a lot but usually while riding with friends and certainly never for an hour-long ride. I had a lot of apprehensions about getting into a car … Continue reading Conversations with Strangers
I took a few weeks off of blogging because I was wrapped up in traveling. My trip to New York City for BookCon completely overtook my brain for the week leading up to it, and then the week after I couldn't seem to get back my energy and just didn't end up writing at all. … Continue reading The Movement of Travel
Since I graduated with my MFA in Fiction last summer, I've dealt with a lot of jealousy. Every time someone posts that they have been published, or tells me that they are further along in the process of writing their book, I feel a twinge of anger. I have definitely thought more than once "Why … Continue reading The Green Monster of Writing
Trying to find the time for what I love most.
Going inside of my great grandmother's house for the first time.