I tell myself I write for the love of writing. I tell myself it's OK if no one else reads it. I tell myself that something can be good even if no one else *likes* it. I tell myself .... But ... And what about ... And if a tree falls in a forest is… Continue reading #foreveryes
I love the word “saucy.” It’s a great stand-in for sassy (when that feels like it cheapens the meaning) or rude (when that feels too aggressive or offensive). It’s a perfect descriptor for my growing suspicion that I’ve tricked myself yet again into wasting untold hours when I should have been writing! Cheeky Skepticism works… Continue reading I have a Saucy Suspicion that those Super Important Things I Did to Avoid Writing the Next Great American Novel were Really Just PROCRASTINATION!
The phrase “Inky Adventures” reminds me of Nathanial Hawthorne’s famous 1855 diatribe on female writers: “America is now wholly given over to a damned mob of scribbling women, and I should have no chance of success while the public taste is occupied with their trash-and should be ashamed of myself if I did succeed.” Admittedly… Continue reading Inky Adventures & Scribbling Women
Haikus Calm my Mind Structure and Form Soothe My Soul With the World Gone Mad OK. I lied. That IS a haiku. But this post is not just a haiku. It’s about writing. Specifically it’s about how creating haikus is helping me practice self-care in a chaotic world. As a control-freak, I thrive on… Continue reading This is Not a Haiku
Living in a city provides a constant stream of interesting sights. A thirty-something white woman walks down the street wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Converse high tops. A possibly biracial teenager on a skateboard rolls past me and I hear him say (in a rather joyous tone) “fuck you” to whomever… Continue reading Seeing Like a Writer: How Do I Separate Facts for Fiction?