Today my alarm went off at 5 a.m. I put my feet on the floor before I could talk myself out of it, shoved them into puffy slippers, and shuffled into the bathroom. I fed the cat, let the dog out, got myself a glass of water and sat down to edit. I opened Scrivener … Continue reading Back to Morning Pages
"Life Happens" as an excuse for why you haven't done a thing is so cliche... until it happens to you. Last week, I attended my uncle's funeral. Although my delightfully light and portable MacBook Air accompanied me to Atlanta, I found that it wasn't the hardware that was the problem. It was the software. It … Continue reading What Grief Does to Writing (Sometimes)
She markets and she writes fiction. It's a lot of words.
They say to write every day. Well, I don't. But I want to.
Am I ever going to finish this dang book?
“And what about those [writers' workshop] critiques, by the way? How valuable are they? Not very, in my experience, sorry. A lot of them are maddeningly vague. I love the feeling of Peter's story,someone may say. It had something... a sense of I don't know... there's a loving kind of you know... I can't exactly describe it.... … Continue reading I got class
I always figured that if the world was ending, you could find me playing Candy Crush. In my life, when I encounter strife, stress, sadness, or any combination of the three, I tend to take the quickest path to brain atrophy possible. TV or news won't work, because there's a chance of me hearing something … Continue reading Writing in the midst of chaos