A wild life is worth living.
Regular readers know I recently attempted to write a full-length novel. I "finished" it, meaning I wrote it from start to finish, but it needs a lot of tender love and care. If my book were a house, it wouldn't just need window dressings. You'd walk into the kitchen and find that it had no... Continue Reading →
I broke my Monday and Wednesday blogging streak yesterday for two reasons. 1. My middle kid had a blood draw scheduled right after school and I was pretty worried about how that would go down since he is the obstinate one. He did extremely well but was angry with me afterward, though it's honestly hard... Continue Reading →
I took two days off writing for Mother's Day weekend, against the advice of all my writing instructors on Masterclass. It seems bizarre to take cues from internationally famous authors when I'm just trying to type THE END on this book and get it out of the way so I can start something new, but... Continue Reading →
Alright, y'all, I'm about 28,000 words into my first work of fiction and it has become clear that I have never met any people in real life. I don't know how they talk, or how they engage with other people, or even if they're still in the room halfway through a scene. When I first... Continue Reading →
About once a year I start to feel nostalgic for Moscow, where I lived during my high school years. I always miss my friends from that time in my life, but over the years I've started to miss the food. Usually this means a trip to the nearest international grocery store for whatever I can... Continue Reading →
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