And we’re off! My workshop has officially started. I already feel like I’m almost a real writer: my idea mill is pumping out some interesting nuggets, I’m attempting to stick to a weekly work schedule, and I can effortlessly vacillate from complete confidence to garment-rending despair in a matter of minutes. In these latter times I find myself asking the big questions, like: Am I smart enough to do this? What if I can’t make this work? Is this what I really want? Who can I pay to make me dinner?
With the end of one year and the start of another comes the season of recaps and resolutions. For my part, I did make a little headway on my novel in 2016 – I took a workshop, got into an intensive, and, after initially failing at writing group, helped form a new one with some GrubStreet classmates. I even got a dozen blog posts up, and a few people actually read them. LOOK AT ME GO!
I am writing this post as a published author! Ok, fine, I wrote and illustrated a story and had a single copy printed as a gift, but I maintain that it counts.
I have some nonfictional fiction news to share…
I have a fall-appropriate short story to share with you. But first, my review…
Sometimes I blog about writing my novel. And sometimes I blog about not writing it. Per this latter category, a thing I did last year instead of writing a novel was plan a wedding. With about a year of recovery under my (grosgrain ribbon) belt now, I can finally talk about it.
If you love kissing your partner in public on cue and hate your money, then a wedding is for you! Here’s what to expect…
Sarcasm and Snark are the peanut butter and jelly that gum together this blog. And also my life. But let’s get (sort of) serious for a second. I actually did something productive for my writing this summer: I took my first workshop at GrubStreet.
For a while after the class ended, I was so high on the thrill of positive momentum that on two occasions in one weekend I blurted out to a couple creative acquaintances of mine that I’m working on a book, and I didn’t (immediately) shame spiral.
I’ve been shopping for a new desk for my “home office” a.k.a. “room I throw all of my junk into to make the rest of the house look presentable.” It will be my first-ever new desk, and I think this is the most effort and research I’ve ever put into a purchase (and guys, I’ve shopped for a wedding dress).