I spent a lot of time this November, while in the throes of NaNoWriMo, thinking about perfectionism, specifically the relationship between my perfectionism and my writing. According to dictionary.com, "perfectionism" as a word dates back to the 1830s-40s and refers to "a personal standard, attitude, or philosophy that demands perfection and rejects anything less." That... Continue Reading →
Dear Emily
Every five years I write myself a letter to be read in five years' time. It started my junior year of high school when the guidance counselors asked everyone in my class to write a letter to themselves in six months, one year, and five years. I kept doing it. I thought it was a... Continue Reading →
Looking Towards September
I had several many goals, both writing and non-writing related during August. Let's see how I did, shall we? How'd I Do, August? Let's start with the writing goals first: I finished the revision pass on my current WIP and created my spreadsheet outline for the draft so that I can visualize the story structure... Continue Reading →
Word Press Anniversary
Apparently, today is my sixth anniversary as a WordPress user, which seems as good an excuse as any to finally break out of my virtual hermitage and write an update post. So, where have I been? What have I been up to? How am I doing? All good questions. I even have answers to them.... Continue Reading →
2018 In Review
I've done so much this year that it feels like I should just take next year off. Which is bizarre considering that I've just passed the first anniversary of resigning my full-time job. So what exactly did I do? In January, I finished my part of recording All Stove Up for Miners Creek and then... Continue Reading →
November Postmortem
Welp, it's that time again, where I make one post to write about all the things I did but failed to blog about. November was busy. I went to a con, I organized my desk (this is a huge deal, y'all), I actually finished - like washed, dried, folded, and put away - all my... Continue Reading →
Wait. How is it November?
I think I'm about ready for August to be over. The fact that it's already November boggles my mind. What did I do with two months worth of time? Where did it all go? I guess I'm writing this to find out in addition to continue my efforts towards accountability (how's that for vague). I... Continue Reading →
Depression, Anxiety, and Impossible Tasks
Hi there, it's me. I know it's been awhile, over four months, in fact. I thought about apologizing, but I think I've done that before after my other long blogging hiatuses. So I'm not going to apologize, because I've been dealing with some important shit. For those of you who are new or irregular readers... Continue Reading →
Twelve-Year-Old Badass
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 →
Shallow
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 →