I did this last Sunday, too, and I think I’ll make it a permanent feature. Don’t worry about talent or capability: that will grow as you practice… So just practice writing, and when you learn to trust your voice, direct it. If you want to write a novel, write a novel. If it’s essays you … More Inspiration #2
I’ve been trying to write a post today – all day, and with extremely limited success (try none), as is evidenced by it being, well, tomorrow. I woke up this morning with a mind like the tuffet-like pad left behind when all the dandelion fluff is blown away. Empty, vacant, bereft of my velvety cloud … More In Which the Writer has Wine
Day 27: 50,646 of 50,000 I’m going to go get some sleep now.
Day 25: 45,229 of 50,000 words I know a lot of people idealize the practice of writing every day, but sometimes (often) that’s simply not optimal. Like when you get to see your boyfriend for the first night in two weeks because you’ve been so busy writing a novel. I’m going to go watch a … More Date Night
Hey can I tell you guys something? I’m tired. Really, really tired. But in a good way. Last year I ran the Dirty Dash with some people from work, and it was hard. Much harder than I’d trained for, and much harder than I expected. But it was also the kind of hard that didn’t … More On Mud Pits and Fatigue
Day 21: 40,035 of 50,000 Instead of disturbing you with the fatigued working of my brain, a moment of inspiration for this winter night. Let go of everything when you write, and try at a simple beginning with simple words to express what you have inside. It won’t begin smoothly. Allow yourself to be awkward. … More Inspiration #1
Day Eighteen: 33,024 of 50,000 I’ve fallen behind on my word count; I would prefer at least a solid 36,0o0, but life is life and it gets underfoot like a hungry cat. Sometimes, a girl just needs her space. From the people who live in her head. I needed to get away from the words … More In Which the Writer is Too Tired to Make Sense