Hi, hello, I know... Are we still allowed to blog in these weird times? I've been struggling with what to write here these past ten weeks. It's not like we need more noise about this virus or opinion pieces as to why this is so hard. I went back and forth as to with whether... Continue Reading →
It took me a long time to call myself a writer. It felt presumptuous for a number of reasons, and I harbored a real imposter syndrome for a long time. Now that I write and have done for enough time that the writer identity feels fully integrated along with all my other selves, a rule... Continue Reading →
This annual reflection forces me to slow down and gain perspective on the track I've laid in the previous year and pour gratitude into the work that has gotten me here.
I've completed NaNoWriMo twice now; once before motherhood and once in the midst. The difference in preparation was staggering. Here's how I did it & how you can, too!
In honor of my 100th post (!), I've written a guide based on learned wisdom to how best support the writer in your life.
The only way out of the middle is to keep writing my way through it, often knowingly writing something I will cut later.