Today is May 14, which isn’t a holiday per se, but it does mean we are now one month exactly from the pub date of Imaginary Girls. In lieu of telling you how anxious and insecure I’ve been the closer we get to the pub date—I’ve deleted a whole post I was writing about this—I … Continue reading
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When I Realized SOMETHING Must HAPPEN
This post is for the literary writers. The ones who fall in love with their sentences and can sometimes, you know, when a sentence is extra-pretty, forget that a world exists outside it. A world where THINGS HAPPEN. Yes, I am talking plot. Don’t run away! I’m scared of plot, too. But, wow, is it … Continue reading
The Day You’re Older
I’m older today. That’s right, the dreaded birthday has arrived. I was recently at a tax appointment with my first grown-up accountant (not that I used children to do my taxes before, only that this is the first time I am being a grown-up and using a pro accountant to do my taxes) and as … Continue reading
confessions / e / fantasies / novels / writing
The Day After I Hit SEND
Imaginary Girls is with my editor as of last night. Yes. I am done. I AM DONE! (Well, until it’s time for revisions… heh.) What a week. Last week at this time you would have found me staring at the pages of the novel, wary of how I’d ever finish editing and revising it in … Continue reading
distractions / e / first-drafting / novels / writing
“Go Write Your Novel”
“Go write your novel.” That was the first thing E said to me this morning when I woke him by letting the alarm snooze and getting back into bed, and it’s also the last thing he said to me as I walked out the door. It’s what social networking sites should say to me before … Continue reading
When You Just Know
I met and fell in love with E—my first and only love—fifteen years ago when I was just a kid, really. I barely knew a thing when I met him, but I knew I wanted to be with him. October 16 is the anniversary of the day we made our being together official. That was … Continue reading
distractions / e / freakouts / novels / writing
Drops of Possible Wisdom
I learn new things every day, about who I am as a person, about who I am as a person who writes, about who I am as a person who worries herself into such a state she can barely even write and then complains about it. For example: If you have a book contract you … Continue reading
