Writer’s Group and Sabbaticals

I went on a sleepover this weekend. My first since quarantine, in fact. Not that I make a habit of sleepovers. Not since I was like sixteen. Except when I get trapped in town due to crazy snowstorms and six-foot snowdrifts. But I went on a sleepover this weekend. With my writer’s group—or most of…

A Dozen Worlds

You know what’s crazy about being a writer? Especially one with a full-time job? The worlds I visit. When I first started writing, I had one story. One. I had fragments of others, of course. But one ‘project’. One world that occupied all my time. The characters that whispered over my writing desk and tugged…

Devouring Stories

Last week we started talking about things writers can do to move their careers forward when the next step seems impossibly far off. Sometimes ‘making it as a writer’ seems like it’s full of huge, gigantic leaps forward: finishing a book, finding an agent, getting published, working full-time as a writer, earning this award, being…

What Next Step??

I wrote a post recently about doing the next right thing. Since that’s my version of a New Year’s Resolution, I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot. I also went to go see Frozen 2 over the weekend with my younger sisters. In case you were wondering, it was fabulous. I loved it. But…

Christmas Parties

I am not generally a ‘party’ kind of person. Honestly, if you know anything about me, you know this. I spent my childhood hiding from parties. In my room, in the woods, in books, and in stories out of my own head. Once, I hid in a rabbit hutch. Someone found me. I’m still bitter…