Sometimes you need a good, long cry in the car. The past few days have been hard. Really hard. That isn’t easy to write, but if I believe in authenticity and vulnerability as a writer (which I do) – and as a person (again, I do) – then I need…
The buzzing is so loud sometimes. So incredibly loud. Sometimes I wonder if we aren’t all little bees, buzzing away throughout our days, trying to please the queen and not sting anyone. The sting kills the bee, after all. We’re little bees, flying from flower to flower, from home to…
I have spent hours of my life – maybe even days – staring into pools of cold water. As a former swimmer, most of my mornings during high school and college began with a two hour practice before the sun came up. My teammates and I would shuffle into the…
One hour. I have just one hour. I spend a few minutes putting away groceries, a few more minutes returning some long overdue emails. 45 minutes left. Should I clean the kitchen? Should I write a blog post? Try to scribble a few notes for a chapter in the book…
There are about a million reasons I shouldn’t write this post, a million reasons I don’t want to write this post. For one, I’m exhausted. And my coffee supply is running low. Also, I have actual paying writing work that I should be doing. Did I mention I’m exhausted? Oh,…
I am at a loss for words. And as a writer, the inability to find words can be a problem. Yet, here I am, in front of my computer, requisite candle flickering beside me, and I can’t come up with the right word to describe the way that I am…