I've been listening these last few weeks. Ear to the ground, hand on my heart, taking deep, slow breaths, and barely making a sound. I could hear the gentle thumping of a change coming. And as much as I was afraid I wasn't ready for it, it came anyways, sweeping through my life and pulling … Continue reading You Will Find Your Path
A few weeks ago I was speaking to a friend who has been on Instagram and building her "Influencer" status for five years. She's enjoyed some success with it, with just over 13k followers and she's been able to enjoy some really wonderful experiences because of it. But, when asked why she hadn't posted regularly … Continue reading It’s Not A Race
I had every intention of sitting down this weekend and dedicating several hours to writing, but the weather was so deliciously warm and gorgeous, I opted instead to spend it outdoors doing yardwork and landscaping. Late Friday evening I'd jotted about 12 paragraphs down, the beginnings of Chapter 11 of my book, and planned to … Continue reading Sometimes The Whole Chapter Is Garbage (Throw It Away)
I'm starting a new series here where I'm sharing old posts from past blogs and giving them new life. I published this in July 2015, just a few months after my mother's cancer diagnosis. Rereading these words, almost three years later, is a surreal experience. And I wanted to share them. "The Faucet Is Leaking" … Continue reading Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking
I didn't sleep great last night. I go through phases with this book where I'm great and I'm writing happy stuff and then a chapter later the shit has hit the fan again. Like life. Life is like that. A few days ago I wrote this scene where a few of the characters are together … Continue reading Writing About Death Is Hard
When I watched the film "Secret Window" starring Johnny Depp, it was the first time I confronted the concept of a writer's retreat and I loved it (spoilers: minus all the psychosis and murder). Living with writers block these past two years especially has been hell and I've often romantisized the notion of escaping to … Continue reading I’m writing a book. I hate it.
Self doubt. A ton of bricks. Who am I if not confident, carefree, fearless, strong? What's left of me when I'm destroyed, depressed, delicate, and down? Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers. Will they like this, will they hear this, will they see this, will they want this. Will I still be who I am without...them? A … Continue reading Social Media – What’s Left Of Me