“You don’t know what you’re doing and suddenly it’s done…it evolves out of your own life and night scares.”
BOOK INTRODUCTIONS BORE ME. As do acknowledgements, forewords, prologues, and prefaces. My brain gets impatient. And here I am forcing an introduction on you. I promise it’ll be quick and painless.
The other day I wrote a little over 2,400 words. I don’t use a fancy word count app, or even know where to find those things on my laptop. I count manually, from the place I start writing to where I stop; and that’s only if I really want to know how writing my past traumas, measure up against numbers…. Read More
An ocean of panic washed over me yesterday. I’m still uncertain what it’s from. It could have been the steady 16 week gig that cancelled, tossing me into a sea of financial worry—that would certainly be understandable. Because in my profession, a steady gig is welcome; hustling for work and responding to emailed cattle calls has never been my idea… Read More