Blog Post #41
Dear People of the Internet,
Let me just say how lovely it is to communicate with you all once again in a method I haven’t been able to enjoy for many, many weeks. On my own computer! I’m so excited to feel one step closer to my writing life goals. Speaking of goals… Continue reading
Blog Post #40
Greetings, People of the Internet. Today I want to talk to about keeping on top of life goals, spending enough money to make you want to die inside, and word counts. Maybe make yourself a cup of tea and turn up some MCR first? Continue reading
Blog Post #39
Look at this! A new post! And it hasn’t even been a month! Get ready cause I’m finally working on some writing life goals here. Continue reading
One really shouldn’t have the ability to pin an exact time period in their lives to an album….but I do. Continue reading
Blog Post #37
Welcome to a brand new year. Be prepared. This is going to be a long post. I’m going to dissect my work from 2016 and compare it to 2015, and a bit to 2014. I want to share with you the pattern that emerged of things that I’ve done and changed that have helped me grow as a writer, so I can impart said knowledge unto you. Let’s get started shall we? Continue reading
a.k.a. the List of the Reasons Why I Write, as told by me through the course of a year.
Blog Post #36
So back in February 2016, I read this Tor/Forge blog post which left me reeling for literally the rest of the year with a singular question. While writing this, I had to go back and actually read the post to recall what the erst of it was actually about. Even if I had forgotten the rest of the post, it says enough of asking the right questions to know that this one stayed with me the entire year, and had, unintentionally, begun to creep up at the end of a good handful of my posts throughout the year.
Why do I write? Continue reading
Blog Post #35
The writer sits in her pajamas before her laptop. The waste bins and laundry hamper over flow with rubbish and dirty clothes. Used dishes litter the kitchen counters. A recently delivered package sits unopened and alone in the middle of the living room floor. Sheets hang over the edges of the bed like waterfalls frozen in fabric.
The sound of computer keys clicking and the hum of the old refrigerator contend for attention in the otherwise silent apartment. Besides the writer rests the hot toddy, no longer quiet so hot, that she has been nursing for the last two hours to help fight off the soreness in her throat from the changing weather. It is the 30th of November. No other soul interrupts her work to ask her why she continues on even at that late hour. Her NaNoWriMo win has been verified nearly three hours ago, the night hangs on the cusp of the next morning, but still she writes. Continue reading