So November is officially over and for those of you who were working diligently on your novels I commend you! Trying to write an entire 50,000 word novel in a single month is daunting but it is also a great exercise in just doing it. Often, I feel that my stories suffer from the dreaded belief that it’s never going to be right. The story in my mind is this big shiny thing- it’s absolutely perfect and what ends up on the page is never quite what I was striving for. So, I re-write it and re-write it and erase … Continue reading How did your NANOWRIMO go?
I wrote a little story for Halloween- let me know what you think.. I don’t remember how I got here. I was sitting at my desk at work, typing a report, half zoned out from boredom and exhaustion; a product of not sleeping well the night before. My report was due at the end of the week and I knew it was important but somehow I couldn’t make myself care. My eyes glazed over and I could feel that little jump; my head bobbing as I fought off sleep. The screen grew fuzzy. The words lost meaning between my … Continue reading Everything is ok–Nothing
Millennial Burnout and the inability to grow up. Continue reading More Millennial Commentary
“Don’t move and it won’t hurt so much,” My mother said tapping my head with the comb. I winched. She sighed and brought the comb slowly through the sections she was working on, stopping at the ends and snipping them off cleanly. My locks had grown about mid back length and they were becoming tiresome so it was time for a hair cut. She worked quickly knowing that my tolerance for this task wouldn’t last. Snip. Snip. “Don’t squirm.” It hurt because my hair tangled at the ends as it always had and well, you try having someone rip hairs … Continue reading Scissors
Ok, so I’m now within spitting distance of the end of my novel almost 40,000 words and now I get to finally write the conclusion that I have spent so long building to. Is this book my masterpiece? No..No it isn’t. But…I love this book not because it is some Great work of literary fiction but because I needed to write it. I needed it to get out all of my thoughts and feelings about my past, my ex boyfriends and myself. Yet… I have written a book in which I die and the guys of my past live happily … Continue reading Getting to the End