Today I’m thinking about chasing long-held dreams and finally stopping all the excuses and the, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Or “Next year.” Or the vague but still hopeful “One day.” You see, this is a thing I do to myself, and have been doing for years. I have dreams of writing certain novels. Of moving … Continue reading Chasing Dreams, Literary Magazines, and Why Not Now?
I had a dream that I had a magic wand. It was pink, with glitter. (I do not like the color pink, but go with me on this.) I could wave the wand and it would give me completed manuscripts. A wave, and The Walls Around Us was finished and ready for my editor. Another … Continue reading A Dream
I’d planned to blog today, and that blog was meant to be about my first writing love—literary fiction for adults, which I aspired to write since college—and how dreams shift and balloon and curl back in on themselves, and how dreams expand and take on new faces, and how your dreams change as you grow … Continue reading On Dreams and Hearts: In Which Someone Says Something So Much Better Than I Ever Could
Has anyone else had one of those catastrophic, apocalyptic dreams (mine, frighteningly, involved a city destroyed) and in the dream, during the panic, you're running to safety and have no idea how you'll stay alive or how you'll get out and you think... you actually really think: Damn. The world's ending and now my book … Continue reading Novel Confessions
I've been home a week now. I've come back to responsibilities, and obligations, and stress, and static, and more static, and rejections, two of them, neither of which made me cry, but still: I'm disappointed. There hasn't been good news in a while, it seems. I know I'm exaggerating, but sometimes the emotions take over … Continue reading Touching Ground
I found this very inspiring yesterday: "Leap and the Net Will Appear." Last night, feeling worn out in anticipation, I slept. I went to bed at ten o'clock. While I was sleeping, a text message came in from someone who's been so supportive of me and my writing over the months in surprising, wonderful ways. … Continue reading The Dreams You Have When You’re Dreaming
Some things crowding my head this Saturday morning: My new novel, obviously. Like constantly. Like at the worst moments, and the best moments, and when I'm trying to fall asleep, and when I'm showering, and making me almost miss my stop on the subway, and making me walk into strangers on the street, and drop … Continue reading On My Scattered Mind