I took a couple of days off work this week. So I could . . . work. Extra. Because I party hard, y’all. See, my husband left on Monday to go hunting with some buddies and I had the house to myself. First time overnight separation since the wedding! Woohooo! I didn’t like it. But … Continue reading Doubling Down
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 … Continue reading Writer’s Group and Sabbaticals
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 … Continue reading A Dozen Worlds
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 … Continue reading Devouring Stories
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 … Continue reading What Next Step??
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 … Continue reading Christmas Parties
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 