Let me be clear, writing is so incredibly hard. However, I breathe the written word. It is my life force, my prana, my life purpose, my escape, my clarity. It is also my most complicated, vicious, taxing, and painful relationship. Nothing comes even close to the challenge a devotion to writing inflicts upon me at…
Put yourself out there. That’s what they tell you. The other morning I flopped down onto the bed, slightly weepy, and declared myself exhausted by the epic level of work I’ve done to get my fiction writing published. I’ve been querying the novel I just finished—Geist—hard for the last six weeks. This is the rejection…
I’m too busy to write. However, I swear I will take my night-sweaty peri-menopausal level of rage out on the next person who tells me, “You just have to commit yourself to write every day.” Stop already, writing gurus. Those of us working our faces off at trying to live our authentic selves through a…
Flower photography is one of those pastimes that I often see as a bit cliché. Spring has sprung. Let’s post all the flower photos. It’s inevitable. However, cliché is so fun sometimes because, well, flowers. They are magic and leave their mark on you. As a child, nothing ever manifested in quite such a glorious…