I’m doing it. I’m signing up. I’ve signed up. I have been staring down the barrel of NaNoWriMo for years. Being in the book publishing industry, it’s kind of hard to miss. Every November a flood of novelists share their
When I was a little girl, my best friend and I regularly pretended we were witches. We imagined her Winnie the Pooh collection were actually spell books. We whipped twigs around at household pets and fruit trees pretending they were
So I have a little problem. Not a big one. I don’t think. But it is a problem. I have a major tendency to stop and start writing projects. And I know I’m not alone on this. In fact, I
Recently I took a personality test. The results were far from shocking. Every time I’ve taken a personality test I have been utterly unsurprised by the results. Whether I take Myers-Briggs, the “16 personality” test or the “color test” I
Being a writer can mean a lot of things to different people. For some, as long as you’re hammering away at a keyboard and producing, you’re a writer. For others, there is a certain kind of writer you want to
I love those moments of clarity where I realize I’m lying to myself. It feels similar to what I imagine an out of body experience feels like. My face bends at myself and I snarl internally as I glare at
Image Source When you have an ailment that you’re unsure about, what do you usually do? Go to the doctor? Hell no. Who are you kidding? You WebMD your symptoms and you know it. Don’t worry, that’s what we
Image Source Ask any established writer how old you should be when you start “taking your writing seriously” and they’ll probably spout off something moderately inspirational and semi-arrogant. “Well if you just start today, then this is the correct age.”
Image Source There’s something funny going on in the freelance writing world. Usually when you take massively talented people, sprinkle in an entrepreneurial drive and add extreme customer demand you get, well… a room full of ballers making dollars.
Image Source The convertible top folds down and tucks away as the car backs out of the driveway. The wind instantly fills your hair, lifting every strand deliberately off your scalp. Your hand scoops the air in an unplanned rhythm.