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 →
Second Guessing
Note: For Context on today's post check out Confessions of a Ghost When something ends, the tendency is to think back to the beginning, to follow all the steps that brought you to failure, to wonder which were missteps, how you could have done better, how your instincts could have been so wrong. I've been second... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Baltic: Part Three
This year's curriculum on the Writing Excuses felt custom tailored to the problems I've been experiencing in my writing lately. I've been procrastinating badly: Emma Newman talked about Fear and Writing and how procrastination is generally underpinned by fear. I spent a lot of the cruise thinking about my fears and the forms they take... Continue Reading →
Asking is Scary
I've spent the last week obsessively checking the progress of our Kickstarter campaign (if you're interested in checking out the campaign, follow this link). The first two days, I glanced at my phone every few minutes: "Did we get a new backer? How much did they back us for? What reward level did they... Continue Reading →
New Job, Same as the Old
I just got a new job. Funny thing is, it's the same job I've been doing for about a year now. I have the same responsibilities working on the same project, I have the same boss even, only now I technically work for a different company: The Green Building Initiative (GBI). I don't even have... Continue Reading →
Going Back
Before reading this post I recommend you read yesterday's post "Leaving". Three weeks ago I returned to Smith College for the first time in three years. Leading up to the trip, I was nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach for about a week. At night I had stress dreams about going back. In these... Continue Reading →
Leaving
Three years ago I dropped out of college. Well, technically I didn't drop out, I took an "Extended Medical Leave of Absence". I've always been quick to point out this technicality. "Oh, no, I'm not a college drop out, I'm just on an Extended Medical Leave of Absence." It's taken me three years to come... Continue Reading →
Work
Last year, my parents - who are sainted beings - convinced me to resign from a retail job that I'd held for almost two years in order to focus fully on writing my novel. I was extremely resistant to this idea at first. I don't like to quit. I also don't like to feel as... Continue Reading →