Last Year I Hated Writing

Following up my previous post about writing what you want to read (literally), here comes a fitting post about how, for all of last year (and quite a bit of the year before), I genuinely hated writing. The time I didn’t spend mulling over work I wasn’t enamored with, I spent questioning whether or notContinue reading “Last Year I Hated Writing”

The Alien Inside Me

It would be more apt to phrase this as “The alien I wear” but that sounds a little too… serial killer for this writer. We get enough looks as it is with our search histories, don’t we? I could also title this How to get out of a writing slump but that isn’t as authenticContinue reading “The Alien Inside Me”

Dreamers Are Doers

Dreamers are special people, aren’t they? Often artistic, whimsical, sensitive souls dreamers are. They conjure up images of starry skies, flowing skirts, and fairy lights. Don’t they?

Do they conjure up another image as well, one maybe less positive and shadowed by the disdain of others?