Breasts. Boobs. Ta-tas. The rack. The girls. Whatever you want to call them, most women have them in varying degrees. But as much as men love them and how they’re needed for certain womanly duties, I’m kind of not a fan. It’s not that I don’t like breasts in general. They look great and... Continue Reading →
For the past four years, I’ve been making a cross-country trip to California every summer, and each time I get the same advice/warnings from well meaning observers. Be careful. California is a dangerous place. Don’t go out alone. Watch your bags in the airport. And then there’s always the incredulous, You’re going alone?! Yes,... Continue Reading →
Well June flew by pretty quickly! I’m realizing that I have the most typed portion of this book ever at this point, and how do I react to it? I want to go back and rewrite it all again! I know I’m supposed to be making a dedicated effort to just WRITE, but it’s... Continue Reading →
I recently finished a very thought-provoking young adult novel by David Levithan called “Every Day.” It’s about a person named “A” who has no body of his own and every day for as long as he can remember he wakes up in the body of another person, has access to their memories, and must... Continue Reading →
I was watching the movie “How I Live Now” starring Saoirse Ronan recently—incidentally a lovely Netflix find—which chronicles the experiences of an American girl who’s decided to stay in England with her young cousins and lover as World War III breaks out all around them. (Why you would even send your child to spend... Continue Reading →
MAJOR SPOILER ALERT! If you have not read the book or seen the movie, do not continue reading! I don’t want to ruin your TFIOS experience. You need to deal with all the feels first. I read John Green’s “The Fault In Our Stars” back in the summer of 2012 when it first hit bookshelves.... Continue Reading →
This is relevant in both life and writing. Happy Tuesday!
Another month of novel writing: COMPLETE! However, it certainly didn’t come without its challenges. The farther I get into this story, the more I realize how complex it is. I initially started a journal/sketchbook to keep all the little details of the story organized. For the first two or three chapters I did pretty... Continue Reading →
It’s incredibly freeing to be honest. And enlightening when you find support for your honesty. When I wrote my blog “Why I Won’t Have Children,” I wasn’t expecting to elicit the overwhelming response that it did, but I’m glad that so many of you have responded which allows me to continue talking about a... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I want to be anyone but who I am. No, make that sometimes I always want to be anyone but who I am. Why is that you ask? Is it because I’m fat or ugly or stupid or unsuccessful? Is it because I’m depressed or lonely or confused or lost in life? It’s... Continue Reading →
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