Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
I didn't really sleep last night. I dozed off at a couple of points - I know this because I had a dream that I was having a really good hair day - but true sleep eluded me. There were many contributing factors to my insomnolant state: the highly caffinated tea I drank late in... Continue Reading →
The words come in fits and starts. Some days I manage a paragraph, others a page or two, but it seems the days of writing 2000 words or more a day are gone, lost in the grind of work, music, personal drama. I know they aren't gone, those magical days where the words come and... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, Facebook reminded me of a post I wrote two years ago about my struggle to accept the fact that I dropped out of college. Today, I'd like to share why I've decided not to go back. I've touched on this a little in a post called Going Back, but I've done a lot of... Continue Reading →
Sooooooo... It's been a while. How is everyone? Good? Good. Last time I wrote, I wasn't in the best frame of mind, and I realize now that maybe waiting three months to write a follow-up isn't the best way to go. I'm doing better now. The existential angst isn't as crushing as it was, I think... Continue Reading →
Note: Previously, I described the events leading up to the start of the Writing Excuses Retreat 2016. For those of you who are behind the times, you can catch up here. And now... Words are hard to find, sometimes. The flit through my mind, sometimes landing for a moment, resting. I'll mull them over, consider... Continue Reading →
Over the next few days, I'll recount my experiences before, during, and after the Writing Excuses Retreat on board the Royal Carribean Oasis of the Seas. I'll begin with the flight south. September 16th I look into the eyes of the Man in the Moon. I wonder if he's looking back at me. I've never... Continue Reading →
In which the writer expresses her excitement with many exclamation points!
I have a very vivid memory of my thirteenth birthday. It was an overcast day and the living room in our house in Kirksville, MO was dark. I remember that clearly though I can't remember who I'd invited to my party. I know who must have been there, but I can't see them in the... Continue Reading →
Note: this is a continuation of a previous post please go back and read Day Zero if you have not already. The official convention did not begin until Thursday and not until 1:30 in the afternoon, so I spent Thursday morning writing. I'm well into my revisions so when I say writing, it's mostly careful reading... Continue Reading →
Seven hundred and eleven pages. One hundred ninety-four thousand, six hundred and forty-two words. This morning I hand wrote fifteen pages over the course of two hours. I usually write ten pages over the course of a day, but today I felt like if I didn't finish this draft I never would. I didn't write... Continue Reading →
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