Squeezing In the Revisions

I used to write first thing in the morning. It was quite a delightful routine, truth be told. I'd wake up at 5, let the dog out, feed the cat, make myself a cup of tea, and then settle in to write for about an hour. Eventually the cat would join me and insist I … Continue reading Squeezing In the Revisions →

Writing in the midst of chaos

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 →