Writing

After a decade of employ at the same place, I quit. I quit my job. Me, a woman who loves routine and habit and security, quit her job. I have just over a month before I finish, but I don’t…

I’ve been completely out of the loop with all things author-related lately. I’ve been battling through some serious burn-out and mental health stuff, so I decided to take a break from: Posting and scrolling on Instagram (which I never thought…

What up? Yeah, same. I haven’t written a blog in FOREVER and I was thinking about why that was recently. Turns out there are a number of reasons, some of which are listed below: Attempting to get a first draft…

February was a rollercoaster month of emotions.  For starters, I missed out on a self-publishing course by a few minutes and I had an actual meltdown. I received feedback from my beta readers. It was a daunting experience. I couldn’t…

For all my fellow writers out there, struggling to get through your current work in progress, I see you and I feel you. This shit is tough. For me, it’s mostly tough because I get in my own God damn…

It’s been fifty-leven days, umpteen hours now. I work from home. I do Click ‘n’ Collect. I complete mat Pilates sessions on my living room floor. Some days I never leave the apartment. What about you? I spend hours thinking…

While the world continues to spew out things for people to be outraged about (e.g. global warming, coronavirus, Donald Trump’s lack of impeachment *shocker*), I have been more or less distracted by attempting to write a fucking novel. Why did…

I’ve been lacking with blog posts due to the deadline of my first draft looming large. Guess what? Writing a book is still really fucking hard. It’s probably more difficult right now than it has been during this entire process.…

Holy crap, I’ve hit several roadblocks with my writing lately. Even though I’ve done a shitload of preparation to still hit my 40,000 word count by the end of December – Christmas and all its shenanigans are dangerously close to…

Writing a book is so effing hard. Seriously. The enormity and frequency of emotions I am feeling as I travel on this journey is way more erratic than I could have imagined. I’ve wanted to write a book or pen…