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Hi, friends. I’ve got to get serious for a second. JK. I’m always serious. But seriously. I need to know if your story is like mine. People who write for creative expression: do you also write to make a living? Is writing a big bulk of your job? It is for me. I write resumes.… Continue reading Writers with Writing Jobs
Day two in a smokey house. Day one started with me turning on the heater. Not the best choice given that your AC system pulls air from the outside and pumps it in. I turned off the heater a couple hours later, realizing my mistake. The house grew smokier throughout the day. After dinner,… Continue reading Wildfires: A Comedy
Fires all around in Southern California. My thought was, “Wow, we don’t even need the threat of nuclear devastation — we have these fires!” But, that isn’t right-minded either. I am doing my best to practice forgiveness in this moment, remembering that all I see outside of me is an effect, not a cause. My… Continue reading How to Think About Fire
12 days until I get married, and I’m crying like there’s been a death. I guess there has been — a month ago, a close friend: the mother of two people I care about so deeply, who feel like family from another life. Many lives. It’s all tied together — the joy of creating the new with the… Continue reading confessions from an almost-married woman.
How much of writing is re-writing? How much of living is re-living? I sip my coffee. I remember the voice inside of me croaking out; she’s hoarse; she’s deep; she’s poised. I remember shouting for someone to love me. Men. All of them. Love me. I remember this voice changing. Going dark for boys with… Continue reading Your Writing Voice