And so, I got two emails recently. One from a writer friend asking how NaNoWriMo is going, and one from another writer friend about a probably inaccessible writing retreat that promised to unleash my creativity. Well. I got news. My creativity is fine. I don’t need a writing retreat. What I need is a baby-sitter and a drink. And possibly someone to unplug the Netflix. Saying that, check out these 30 ways Netflix can improve your writing. And so, I’m…
And so, I’d been watching Isla sleep. In a non-creepy way. When Neil’s away, we have a GIANT SLEEPOVER and she crashes out sideways on my bed. On the days I wake up without her elbow in my stomach or her toe up my nose, I have the benefit of seeing her open her eyes. On Neil’s side of the bed. Isla opens her eyes on Friday morning, ‘Happy Daddy Day,’ she says. I’d texted Neil the night before. Even…
And so, I’ve been thinking about giving you guys a peek into my writing process, but I don’t have one. Here’s yet another piece I wrote, a few weeks ago now, about not writing. I’m re-posting it here, because I wrote it, and it’s the truth. July 26th, 2018. The day before yesterday, I stayed up til 1 a.m. to write and hit publish on a piece for the #30Posts30Days challenge. (On Medium. The challenge was started by Frank McKinley.)…
I had plans this weekend. I was going to write at least 3 blog posts (I don’t usually write blog posts ahead of time but I’m realizing I need to start), read for 24in48 readathon and drink lots of coffee and cider. Isla was spending the weekend with the localist grandparents, and I was going to GET SHIT DONE. Because my time management sucks, I’ve read a grand total of 7 books this year, and I need to stop wasting…
And so, a few days ago I was thinking about writing while eating a root beer Dum Dum lollipop. Thinking about writing is pretty much my natural state. Working on, y’know, actually writing more. Stick with me. The Dum Dum was a nostalgic addition courtesy of a recent care package from my mother. It contains too many E numbers, and two handheld gamimg devices. Isla, at four, is apparently behind her peers in the use of gadgets that are not…
