Now that I’ve just completed (yes, completed!, for now…) the revision to my short story and sent it in to the editor—two days ahead of deadline—I’ve come to recognize the patterns in my writing process. Each time it seems new, the struggle. But I need to get myself used to it because it always will … Continue reading »
I woke but did not want to be awake. Then asleep again I was dreaming of the revision to the story—what changes have been asked for, what is wanted—and the words were moving blobs coming from my fingers; they did not want to set down on the page because I didn’t want them to be … Continue reading »
This weekend was spent racing toward two deadlines. They were both met by Sunday afternoon, and by then I was spent. I didn’t get a chance to work on the revision to my story, due now in about a week. I couldn’t face it just yet, if you want the truth—I’ve gotten used to being … Continue reading »
Today, August 19, is a very important day. It is the day my little sister was born. I saw her come out—literally; I was there in the room during her home birth—and I have loved her even before she opened her eyes. She’s incredible: smart, wise, creative, talented, sweet, of course I’ll say she’s beautiful, … Continue reading »
This morning I successfully awoke when the alarm went off, and I successfully stayed awake in the crucial minutes immediately after when I am tempted, oh so tempted, to stumble into the living room and collapse for a quickie morning nap on the couch. I stayed awake, I think because reality was pulling on my … Continue reading »
I made up that word. Oh, the life of a freelance writer who’s fitting in these hacked-out words on the exhausted outskirts of her day job. Oh, I wish she was more prolific and had finished at least one of the projects due Monday, but no. It is 6:15 pm Friday as I write this. … Continue reading »
I lost a few days there—not a peep of a post—and really not too many things of interest happened. I was busy and don’t remember much. Now here I am, Thursday night, with two deadlines on Monday, plus thinking long-term about everything else, and I’m tired. I went out to lunch with someone I really … Continue reading »
I am up against a tough one. She wants to do what she wants to do only when she wants to do it, and I can’t force her to do anything different. If she doesn’t want to work on this chapter right now, she is not going to work on the chapter. And putting her … Continue reading »
So, yes, I’m a member of a writing space where I do most of my writing on weekends. My apartment is a dark, cramped cave and the only time I was ever able to write inside it was when I first picked up the keys and sat on the floor of the empty living room … Continue reading »
It did taste awfully sweeter than usual. I am so tired I almost—almost!—took a nap on the couch beside the window, but the slap-slap-slap-slap of another writer’s flip-flops kept me from drifting off. My head is full of cotton and nothing is coming out. The page is blank. Oh, I have typed in one adverb. … Continue reading »
