The execution of all things written

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I’m notoriously bad at completing writing projects. Unless you count blogging, which I’ve been doing for nearly seven years now, I cannot keep at a story or a piece.
Five years ago, I participated in NaNoWriMo for the first time. It was an intensely creative and interesting experience and at the [...]

Wriiiiiite…

Yesterday at the bookstore, on my way back to the cafe from putting away some vegetarian cookbooks, my eye caught on a book about giving yourself the right to write. I grabbed it, hoping for some inspiration that I didn’t find.
I haven’t been writing as much as I’d like. I do journal - or blog [...]

Booking It

I know I am a writer. I want to be a good writer. And while my blog doesn’t make me any money (because I haven’t tried to make any) or bring me fame (harder since I went “incognito”, yes?), it’s been this account of the majority of my twenties. That kind of boggles my mind.

Writer’s block

The portions at restaurants are getting smaller. Or at least, they are at Cheeseburger in Paradise. There was (as usual) not nearly enough popcorn shrimp in the cone for 3 people for appetizers (perhaps because it’s not meant for 3, but whatever). And while the bacon burger was greasy goodness, they were stingy on the [...]

Looking back in anger

I am angry at you for defining yourself by choosing not to define yourself. For letting yourself exist by the people who control you. For allowing them to control you. For not taking the huge, momentous events in your life and learning from them. For bullshitting me instead of just telling the truth. For living [...]