Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
At the start of this month, I wrote a post outlining my writing goals. Now that March is over I'd like to examine how well I did considering that I was dealing with a wrist injury and to outline my April goals. So, How'd I Do? 1.) My first priority was completing the first draft of... Continue Reading →
My last post was about my March goals, which are extensive. Today's post is about how I'm not going to achieve those goals and why that's okay. I've been struggling with carpal tunnel, primarily in my right wrist, which is the weaker of the two owing to an old injury. I think it's being caused... Continue Reading →
My goal this year is to write three complete novel first drafts so that I get into the habit of finishing things. I figured that since I've spent the last two years focused almost exclusively on revisions that having a drafting goal would be a good thing. So far, it's going surprisingly well. As of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I woke up to an email from VaultPress (the program I use to back up my website) saying they were having trouble connecting to my domain and that I should check that my VaultPress plugin was up-to-date. So I went to log in to my dashboard only to see this screen: Talk about an... Continue Reading →
I've been in Australia for exactly one month today and the homesickness is setting in. It's not that I'm unhappy or not having a good time, it's just that it's been a month since I last saw my dogs. It's been a month since I last sat on my sofa. It's been a month since... Continue Reading →
[Note: still having difficulty uploading photos. I'll try again in the next few days] I have a special love of crows. I love their intelligence. I love their family dynamics. I love the glossy sheen of their feathers. I love their cry. But let me be a little more specific: when I say crow -... Continue Reading →
I want to recapture the badass I was when I was twelve. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to raise her hand in class when she knew the right answer. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be an outspoken liberal in a conservative town. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be feminist, and pagan, and publically weird. Twelve-year-old me... Continue Reading →
Growing up, I was always afraid of being seen as shallow. I was afraid of being judged for liking pretty things, for wanting to present myself in a certain way. I was afraid that I wouldn't be taken seriously. And as a twelve-year-old girl, I desperately needed people to take me seriously. So I adopted... Continue Reading →
[Note: Having trouble uploading the pics for this post. I'll try to add them later] Today is my thirteenth day in Australia. It's the thirteenth of seventy-five days of summer, the thirteenth of seventy-five days to spend with my person, the thirteenth day of waking up and realizing I did it. I left the cozy... Continue Reading →
I've spent about seven years avoiding the fact that I have anxiety. I've always known that I was a cautious person - I like to observe situations before engaging in them. I've always known that I was very shy - I used to make my mother order my sandwiches when we went to a lunch counter... Continue Reading →
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