I used to fantasize of the glamorous writing life: working from home, eyeballs deep in books and notes, odd hours and a steady stream of whiskey and coffee. And it’s not too far off from what I’m currently living. Except, instead of writing I just keep wavering.
That’s the only way I can describe it. Like describing the way my fingers hover over my keyboard before I slam my laptop closed.
When I used to write, it used to be for myself. It used to pour out of me, like I had a tap into some kind of story well. It was every fear, every wish, every guilty pleasure. Every story was me. It wasn’t a job or a chore. It used to be a way to make sense of my own head; it was a way to live all the lives I wanted to live.
Now when I go to write all that I can do is stare at a blank page. Continue reading “The “Adulting” Project: Navigating Between the Personal and the Professional”
I haven’t really addressed the identity of my website and the origins of the name. There isn’t a very elaborate story to explain the name, but the concept of the company has been stewing in my brain for years. The Intent When I was very young I knew I was going to have something to … Continue reading What’s So Indivisible?: Identity, Community and Content Creation
Part of writing short fiction is very much so just practicing and editing. Part of my practice routine is that I write flash fiction inspired by a short writing prompt. Sometimes I make up the prompts and sometimes I use prompts I get from friends. The amazing part of doing this exercise with friends. It’s … Continue reading Flash Friday: Spring Break
This is a writing series documenting my journey into freelance writing and editing. It will mark important moments in my growth as a writer and as a person. When I was nine years old I had an assignment to write a “myth”. I was supposed to write my own myth about anything that I wanted. … Continue reading The “Adulting” Project: The Self-Flagellating Writer
I had originally intended my first blog post to be more jovial, however sometimes you have to address a certain issue while the fire is still burning. I think there is a moment in time for every activist where their eyes widen and they suddenly realize they have been carting along some privilege they weren’t … Continue reading My Talent is a Privilege