I’m making it a habit of writing about writing on Tuesdays. It’s been two weeks of writing at least a sentence of fiction every day. My accountability trick has worked since I’ve always written more than a sentence … the first one is the hardest. The last one is hard to pick so I’ll write another and another until I’m satisfied and the plot has moved another 200 words.
The Machine
What are the mechanics
Of creating my own voice
What gears do I need to turn
What sounds do I need to hear
Until I recognize the sound
Of my thoughts loud and clear
At the Ritz
The first time I went to the Ritz theater in downtown Austin I went alone. The Ritz is one of the Alamo Drafthouse movie theaters, […]
No Need To Burn Down The House
It gives me hope. Life is not only trauma and healing. Even the memories that used to burn me don’t hurt to look at now. My therapist once said to me, about my divorce, that someday I’ll get to the point where it was just something that happened. Not fresh and acidic in my thoughts. I admit I didn’t believe her.
The few and hopeful strategies of a girl who does not want to get sick
Sickness often comes at me like a train on tracks I’m shackled to … I tug at the chain but really all I can do is wait until I’m flattered. I don’t really have consistent strategies on early prevention when I get sick. I’m the person who always googles ‘how to stop a cold’ when I’m already cresting the worst of it. Then there are rumors of Emergen-C packets or Airborne or chicken noodle soup … some things are probably true.
The Purpose of Heartbreak
People come into our lives for a reason. I believe that amidst the randomness of loving and leaving and loving again that there is a purpose. Or maybe, that we give it purpose.
Writing Update: Hum Before You Sing
Writing check-in. Last week I made a plan to work on my fiction every day by writing at a minimum one sentence. I had hoped that one sentence would lead to more. The real barrier was beginning at all.
Alone, Not Lonely
I think it’s healthy to figure out how to be alone without feeling lonely.
The View from the Middle of the Bed
I threw off all the covers. I kicked and punched out. I woke upside down. I talked. I moved. I ended up with my shirt […]