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My brain has been particularly mushy lately. I likened it before to a still pond awaiting a handful of stones, but my mind is now like a barrage of pebbles with no ripples. There are many inputs--blogs, newsletters, fiction, poetry, podcasts, conversations, and more--but no output. I stare at my journal for an hour before... Continue Reading →
One of my boyfriend's dearest friends is a former landlord. While he was friends with her daughter, his roommate and a fellow art student, he always loved it when the landlord stopped by. She edited fantasy novels for a living and her husband was a publisher, so she always arrived with a stack of books... Continue Reading →
In early-2019, I found myself sitting on the floor in the hallway. I had been walking to the fireplace to burn the novel I had begun before I got sick, but my legs had given out. Again. Unable to move, I dropped the 3-inch binder. It contained my story with its edits, character profiles, phrases... Continue Reading →
My journal ran out of blank pages this week, so I sent my boyfriend to retrieve some things from the condo. He donned the P3 respirator and goggles, and went inside. When he emerged, he was not carrying any of the items I had requested. He found the blank moleskin notebooks I collect each Christmas,... Continue Reading →
For the last eleven years, I've spent late-December pondering the successes and lessons of the past year, along with what my hopes are for the year to come. It has always been a powerful and grounding exercise, whether the year has been incredible or a nightmare. A word can't be "broken" in the way that... Continue Reading →
I recently read a few lines on creativity that really struck a chord with me. I believe in a creative metabolism working in a way where I have ingestion periods. Then, I have gestation periods. Then, I have output periods. I feel like these three things are really, really important, and they work hand-in-hand, but... Continue Reading →
Lately, I've been feeling less-than-inspired to sit down and write. Though I start each day scribbling into a journal, the ideas haven't been effortlessly evolving into ideas worthy of being shared. An old acquaintance made a series of poor choices and somehow qualified for state-funded assistance; I am infuriated. My work contract promised a raise... Continue Reading →
We all experience fear at some point in life, but rarely stop to question the purpose and validity of that fear. The final module of Elizabeth Gilbert's online course, What is Creative Living? involves doing just this. Over the last several years, I've seen countless books, blogs, and podcast episodes that claim to offer tools to become fearless.... Continue Reading →
After a brief hiatus, I am continuing Elizabeth Gilbert's online course, What is Creative Living? The third portion of the course involves identifying the ways in which we serve our creative life, and the ways in which we needlessly sacrifice joy. Humans have been making art for 30,000 years, and you can bet that the earliest artists... Continue Reading →
As writers, many of us grew up with dreams of becoming the next Roald Dahl, Beverly Cleary, or J. K. Rowling. We emboldened ourselves with hopes of emulating the brilliant minds that gave us a sense of connection in an overwhelming and overly-extroverted word. Yet, simultaneously, most of us also had huge insecurities about our writing.... Continue Reading →
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