Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
I had one goal in May: finish and revise a novelette for submission in the first week in June. So, How'd That Go? Short Version: I did it! (cue confetti and party horns 🎊🎊🎊) I finished my novelette, revised it and had it ready to submit several days before the submission window opened (which never... Continue Reading →
Hi! Hello! It's me! I'm not dead. I've just been busy/trying to ignore reality/trying to figure out what to do in the reality that I'm forced to live in. Since, this is my writing blog, I'll focus on my writing, where I'm at with it and what my plans are moving forward. As much as... Continue Reading →
It's already August 2021? How? How did July pass so quickly when it was excruciating? Filled with apathy, self-doubt, malaise. I'll chalk it up to pandemic fatigue, wallowing in the heartache of knowing that it's probably going to be at least another year before I can see my family in person again. And the frustration... Continue Reading →
Every five years I write myself a letter to be read in five years' time. It started my junior year of high school when the guidance counselors asked everyone in my class to write a letter to themselves in six months, one year, and five years. I kept doing it. I thought it was a... Continue Reading →
I want to recapture the badass I was when I was twelve. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to raise her hand in class when she knew the right answer. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be an outspoken liberal in a conservative town. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be feminist, and pagan, and publically weird. Twelve-year-old me... Continue Reading →
Growing up, I was always afraid of being seen as shallow. I was afraid of being judged for liking pretty things, for wanting to present myself in a certain way. I was afraid that I wouldn't be taken seriously. And as a twelve-year-old girl, I desperately needed people to take me seriously. So I adopted... Continue Reading →
Note: For Context on today's post check out Confessions of a Ghost When something ends, the tendency is to think back to the beginning, to follow all the steps that brought you to failure, to wonder which were missteps, how you could have done better, how your instincts could have been so wrong. I've been second... Continue Reading →
This year's curriculum on the Writing Excuses felt custom tailored to the problems I've been experiencing in my writing lately. I've been procrastinating badly: Emma Newman talked about Fear and Writing and how procrastination is generally underpinned by fear. I spent a lot of the cruise thinking about my fears and the forms they take... Continue Reading →
We start with fear. Fear of missing the flight. Fear of being stopped at customs and being sent back to the states (Why? I don't know, but my fear can always think of a reason. Maybe it's the bag of airport trailmix I forgot to throw out. Maybe my doppleganger has been muck raking in... Continue Reading →
The first red and orange leaves have made their appearance, though two days ago, the thermometer in the car read 93* F, and it was sunny enough for my pale Celtic skin to burn as we played our last gig of the summer. It used to be summer lasted until the start of the school... Continue Reading →
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