Different Cheese, Same Position: A Wildly Self-Indulgent Post

Gratitude, Under 750, Writing

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

Monday was my birthday, so it took on a little more weight. I started the day as I do most days, forcing myself to wrestle with that Mary Oliver line.

For a while now, I’ve worked on carving out havens in my life. I try to fill my havens with beautiful sounds and words and things to gaze upon and hold dear. Fill them with faces that smile and faces that cry, too, as needed. Fill them with people who are an honor to stand with, curl up next to, double over in laughter with, or log in and write with. People who will resist being grammar assholes over that last sentence.

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A Bevy of Secondary Characters Walk into a Bar: The Messy Middle

Humor, Under 750, Writing, Writing process, Writing the first book, , , , ,

I’m finally moving on from the Barrel of Chaotic Monkeys that is plot focus and jumping into  the Barrel of Different Chaotic Monkeys that is character focus

Eight drafts and three years later. That’s a lot. I was trying to fit the whole world into a book. (Pro tip – don’t do that.) At first, I wanted to pour my hurt into it. Then I wanted to pour my hope into it. Now I just want to pour the truth into it. That’s the only thing that works.

It’s also the best way to have fun.

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