I can be a bit distracted at times. Sometimes it’s external (oh wow, shiny objects); sometimes internal (ah right, that’s exactly what that character needs to do). Remaining present in the here and now is something I am always working on and I love this little reminder. Image from Shrimp Salad Circus (thanks!).
Last time I blogged, I posted a picture of my half-eaten dinner. It’s gross. So why did I do it? Clearly the beauty of a personal blog is that you are sole content editor. You chose the subject matter, when to post it, whether to allow comments on it (By the way, it would have …
Last month marked one year of blogging for me. I can honestly say it is one of the few things in life that I started with a sense of obligation (i.e. “I really should start a blog. Writers have blogs. I then, must also have a blog.”) that ended up enriching my life in ways I never …
This week in my writing class we talked about the importance of having a space dedicated to writing. It was certainly a concept I was familiar with, the idea of an office or a studio. However for me, creating space to write has always been more about carving out time and less about an actual …
There’s that quote about fear and change and growth and being uncomfortable. I can never remember it exactly. Perhaps because, per the quick google search I just performed to try to jog my memory, lots of people are talking about the whole fear-growth-uncomfortable-changey thing. So here’s my contribution . . . I’m taking a writing …
Nope, not the fifty shades of it. And yes, I know that is Grey, not gray; the wordplay was just too good to pass up . . . or maybe just too obvious. Nonetheless, the gray I’m talking about is that blending of extremes that is neither black nor white, good nor evil, perfect nor …
Words. What can I say? I’m hopelessly in love with them. Song lyrics and essays and blog posts and novels and poems. Thousands and millions and billions of ways to string them together and create beauty. Inspire deep thought. Shift the lens through which I see the world just a bit. Express perfectly and …
That stack of journals I brought home from my parent’s house included a sketchbook from the Drawing I class that I took my freshman year of college. Above are two fabulous examples of its contents. So that you can truly appreciate them, I will highlight two things: first, please notice the extremely sunken television screen …
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Last night my husband was talking brewing with the gentleman next to him at the bar. After they had been talking for a few minutes the gentleman’s wife asked me, “what do you do while he brews?” I replied that I write. We struck up a great conversation about reading/writing/general creative-ness. This morning, going through …
I have a problem with the dash. Not the 50 yard kind you run on a track, though I’d probably struggle with that too. No, the dash I am referring to is this little piece of punctuation: – My problem started with over-dashing. It was as if I forgot all about the comma, semicolon and period. If …
