November was NaNoWriMo. And many people in my sphere (be it virtual or irl) participated. Me? I went another route. I didn’t add a single word to my novel-in-progress. And as we enter December, I continue to not write. If this not-writing goes on much longer, it may necessitate a designation change from novel-in-progress to… Continue reading Writing that Novel: Block, Break, or Bail?
Where the hell was that girl with his whiskey? It was cold in the courtyard. And drafty. But they wouldn’t let him smoke inside. And he really needed one. It was his first in six months so he probably didn’t need it so much as he wanted it. But right now he wasn’t in the… Continue reading Rejection
Burning blue So hot I am almost translucent But I want to be … Unseen Impalpable Concealed Hidden from eyes that watch Obscured from those that see. Invisible Consumed Today's Writing Origin Story: Procrastinating from the work I am supposed to be doing, I turned to my Word Press Reader. No intentions of blog writing.… Continue reading Consumed
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!
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
I submitted an essay for publication today. Not a big deal, right? I’m a writer. I’ve written all kinds of stuff over the years and some people have read some of my stuff. But still … when I clicked that deceptively benign submit button, a hot flash consumed my whole body. Not literally, of course.… Continue reading Spontaneous Combustion: Making Myself Visible