Don’t worry about the writer

We write horrible things because we’ve been through horrible things and now we’re okay.

J.R.

I’m in the process of drafting my memoir which is nothing like my first novel. Up till now I’ve only written fiction books. I’ve written countless articles and blog posts in my own voice but I’ve never written anything extended about my own life from my personal POV. For novel number two it’s easier because […]

Goodbye My Love {see you later}

Does anyone else end up evaluating their entire existence when they get sick? I really hope I’m not the only person who swirls into this lost and lonely abyss. I don’t get sick often but when I do it feels like I got hit by a truck. Recently, I came down with a bad cold […]

Mondays are for Memoirs

Being a writer who can’t write is a frustration all its own but even in the midst of struggle, having drafts on drafts with no decent material, I still don’t believe in writer’s block. I feel like it’s an excuse more than anything. That’s like not working out because you’re not a bodybuilder, you have […]

Nervous

I would be too, the good kind of nervous. The kind of nervous when a first date turns into a second, or when you’re somehow able to change a tire on your own, or when a trip you’ve planned for months is finally happening. The kind of nervous that leaves you so damn high you […]

Excelsior

You know I think it’s really interesting that we as people have so much focus on our vocation, I mean yes obviously, work is what pays for life but who we are is not in what we do, at least for me it isn’t my identity. I’m a writer. I pretty much always have been […]

Connect the Dots

I was just thinking…the definition of a writer in four words. In a few days it will be over. National Novel Writing Month 2015 will come to a close and you know what? I’m gonna win it! I have not yet validated my novel on the NaNoWriMo site but between two documents I have around […]

Pluviophile

It’s not that I don’t love the sun, I just better understand the rain.-Genevieve Rose

This place I love, this place I fear

It’s a Tuesday, or Wednesday evening or whatever night it is that I have some writing assignment due and I can’t seem to sit there and just make myself type the words. in my head I find myself running again, chasing the ever elusive inspiration, or more so muse-inspiration’s trickier cousin. Expertly evading, constantly changing, […]