I stumbled onto Lonely Blue Boy’s blog last night through WordPress Reader. There was one post that listed “Writing Tips,” and the tenth and final point struck home with me: You are not an aspiring writer. You are a writer. I have read countless blogs and bios that add “Aspiring” before “writer.” It seems logical and prudent, but it always struck me as a sad title. So, I did some (super) basic research. First, the google definition of “aspire.” as·pire [...]
Although I already posted today, it’s Friday, so I thought I would share something a little more light-hearted than usual. My mom tells me a story that I wrote one of my first stories as a kid completely mirror image. I don’t remember doing this, but she says she has proof. I got “in trouble” in kindergarten because I couldn’t properly write my “L/J”s or “S/Z”s. I wrote my first complete children’s book at age eight, and after affirmation [...]
I am “Mommy” to two daughters. Our oldest is four. She is tall and gangly like her daddy and is often mistaken for being five. From day one she has been Miss Independent. She only needs snuggles if she’s sick. She also decided on her own sleep schedule as an infant. She rarely slept for more than two hours at a time for her first fifteen months of life and gave up naps before her second birthday. She takes a [...]
This is a post that I originally wrote back in December of 2016. While the season may be off topic for February, the topic of peace is always relevant, especially when we as a country are grappling with the shooting in Parkland, Florida on Valentine’s Day. Peace (n): Freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility. “For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given., and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called [...]
In my most prolific writing years, I kept a journal almost daily. These were my preteen and teen years and most of the entries were relatively shallow. I wrote of boys I had crushes on and clothing styles that I wish I could wear. I wrote about my daydreams and subtle things I wish could change about myself. I wrote about school and the day our air conditioner was installed. At the time, I was just writing for the sake [...]
adapted from post originally written July 29, 2016 A Master’s student who taught the creative writing class I took in college told me that I wasn’t allowed to write based off of real life stories that were unbelievable. “These things just don’t happen,” she insisted. “No one will ever believe you.” She detested my writing and loved passing down writing edicts. But, since this blog is not fiction, I guess this one time I am allowed to write out unbelievable [...]
I’m currently in the amassing stage of writing: gathering “tools” I “need” to write. But really, I am just procrastinating – pushing off the inevitable blank page and real work I’ll need to start on a novel. A novel that I have no shadow of a thought about its contents. What I do have is an office full of quasi-creative side business leftovers. I started and stopped three different businesses and blogs. All of these endeavors were a sugar rush: [...]
I am a writer. I am a writer. I am a writer. It has been my life, since, well since I could form letters on paper. I spent the first seventeen years of my life knowing I was a writer. I spent the next four years being ashamed as a writer. I spent nearly the next decade ignoring I am a writer. And over 18 months ago, I had my moment. I was sitting on a scratchy blanket from my travels to Mexico [...]
