The storm lit up the clouds. The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Light strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment. That last strike is me.
Heyyyyyy! Happy birthday! I hope your day is going good so far. Even though this moment is the last. Part of the day I’ll consider “your day.” Uh, here’s a gift – just for you! I put in the considerable amount of time. I hope you shop where everyone shops. Here’s a gift card to … Continue reading happy birthday
Managing stress is essential for any job. It's hard to balance work (even if it's more like a hobby) with life in general. It can feel as if it's impossible to get everything done. While listening to Ear Biscuits the other day, I heard a great quote about that: "It's probably the case that feeling like … Continue reading How do we manage the stress?
As a writer, I don't like looking back on my old writings. Something that seemed like wonders when I wrote it could feel like trash when I go back and read it. It's almost like a self-hate for my past self even though I know I wasn't as experienced then. A part of me believes … Continue reading Biggest writer worry
You'd think writing the novel was the hardest part. Or perhaps editing the novel was worse. But no. Queries always seem to be the hardest. They are the one thing I have never gotten a "this is amazing" from. I always get critiqued hard and have to start over again. I took a break from … Continue reading Toughest of the tough
I've noticed recently that I haven't reviewed a book that I don't like on this blog before. I have a few reasons for avoiding that. I'm afraid of being too negative. I don't want to trash a work of art that I know the writer spent years on. I don't want to act as if … Continue reading Bad book reviews
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters
Sometimes, as a writer, I feel like my life is more like a book. I can picture the chapters ending with cliffhangers like the divorce. Or what I was gonna do when I was first offered drugs in high school. But sometimes my life is too anti-climatic for that. Like when I got offered drugs, … Continue reading Stories in ourselves
To create worlds that no one has seen before, we must cry, bleed, and smile. Life isn't just the sunny side. We need a thunderstorm to get a rainbow. So, if it seems like it's not going your way or that you may not publish anymore, remember it's all a process. It doesn't happen over … Continue reading Friendly writing reminder