Check out my cumulative word count here for NaNoWriMo 2021!
You have the images, the music, the climax, and the ending all wrapped in a bow. But when it comes time to actually get that vision onto paper, this glass wall refracts your ideas into something that vaguely resembles them. It's a frustratingly-beautiful-pain-in-my-butt process.
My attempt to find words in a week of internal turmoil.
I don't fear heights. I don't fear the dark. I don't fear tiny spaces. ...and I definitely don't fear spiders.
I read a lot as a child. I still read a lot as an adult. Most authors will tell you this is where they realized that they wanted to write a book. A novel that enraptures the reader and sends them on a journey that stays with them long after the last page. I was… Continue reading Owning Up to Being a Short Storyist
I've a little sister. A curious bug if ever, always asking me a multitude of questions during every phone call. Sometimes I know the answer. (What's an amoeba? Oh a single cell organism found in wet environments.) Other times I'm left scratching my head and wanting to know the answer too. (Why does everyone respect… Continue reading 5 Questions to Ask After Finishing Your First Draft
It was Tuesday morning and I already had three rejections from jobs that I applied to in the previous week. The other fifteen, twenty, sixty jobs (I had honestly lost count) I had applied to over the past five months of job hunting had either rejected me or given me radio silence. I had been… Continue reading When Your Brain Becomes the Unexpected Villain in Your Job Search
It's no secret that I'm a worrier. If there are clouds in the sky and the meteorologist calls for no rain, I still carry around an umbrella. I insistently ask if a sick loved one is okay throughout the day until they are better. When I am asked about future decisions, I stutter my way… Continue reading Drifting