A week ago, I attended the inaugural Poetry Camp at Western Washington University in Bellingham, Washington. This one-day conference changed me. But before I get into how and why it did, let me back up a bit. I’ve been taking writing classes and attending literary workshops and conferences since 2003; so, for the last 13 … Continue reading Poetry Camp Changed Me
Unlike this glitter unicorn (“Glitter-Corn”) from the Reykjavik Pride parade that I saw last week, writing is not magic. For a long time, and to be truthful, even to some degree right now, I’ve wished that writing was magic. I wish that I could just sit down at my computer, or with my notebook, and … Continue reading Writing is Not Magic
These last four months have felt like wading through mud. Thick, sticky, disgusting, tiring mud. For about four months, I wrote approximately one chapter per week of my suspense novel, SEVEN DUDES. Which for most people doesn’t sound terrible. But for perfectionists like me, it feels like a snail’s pace. Every day I sat down … Continue reading Writing Through 4 Months of Mud
The first time I read about decision fatigue, a light bulb went off above my head. I couldn’t believe I didn’t know about it before! It’s basically the idea that people tend to make worse decisions after they’ve made a lot of decisions. So that’s why I often make bad decisions at the end of … Continue reading Less Decisions, More Creativity
I’m jumping off the cliff. I said I was jumping off the cliff in February and becoming a full-time writer but I didn’t really. I edged my way to the water. Stuck a toe in. Then a leg. Then got out. Too scared. Then put a toe back in. ‘Eff it! I’m done with all … Continue reading Jumping Off the Cliff
