This is a dream box. It's self-stated purpose (or the purpose given it by its makers) is to hold your dreams forward in the world. I opened it today. The tiny stickie note slept unfaded, though the dream has long since faded. It was a dream I acted on in 2014. Today I wrote a … Continue reading Recycled Dreams
Tons of writing advice implores you to read your work aloud. You can hear the snags, the run-ons, the unwitting alliteration. You can hear when you used a word that doesn't fit the tone or time period of the manuscript. Not too long ago, I tried this with a twist. I'd already read the manuscript … Continue reading Edit by (Soft) Firing Squad
In this year of ambition, I've been posting far less and working far more. I'm preparing to query a novel that I've overhauled, rewritten, and revised eleventy bajillion times. I've also been reading. Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow took about six weeks of reading between tucking kids into bed and falling asleep while nursing separated … Continue reading Consuming the TBR List
Y'all. I've had some sort of respiratory ailment since late November. Complete with separated ribs before Christmas and a cough that won't quit. It's not the flu. Not pneumonia. I've been to my doctor and stayed in contact electronically with her. We adjust course and keep going. I haven't moved as far or as fast … Continue reading Ambition: Don’t Get the Flu
Depression told me nothing about forty. It presumed I didn't need to look so far ahead.