Ice-skating through the Woods at Midnight

I'm melancholy. My time here is coming to its inevitable end, as you can't stay at an artists colony forever, though there's always that urban legend of the artist who chained himself to his studio so they wouldn't make him leave, which I think many of us can relate to. I should say, in my … Continue reading Ice-skating through the Woods at Midnight

What a City Writer Does When Given Some Peace and Quiet

I'm used to writing in the city. I write with people around me, always. I'll write in the mornings in my favorite café, people talking, music blaring, my own headphones jammed in my ears to focus my own soundscape but all the rest still filtering through. I'll write in the daytime at my writing space, … Continue reading What a City Writer Does When Given Some Peace and Quiet

What in the World Happened to the Writer of This Blog?

I will tell you: She was writing. Wow, was she writing. But she's back now—I am, me—and this is what's on my mind: The Lit Auction to help a writer fight cancer without health insurance is in its final wave—and you can still bid on manuscript critiques from YA author Nina LaCour (who wrote one … Continue reading What in the World Happened to the Writer of This Blog?