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.
first, some non-fake news.
I have some nonfictional fiction news to share…
here’s a short story about an apple.
I have a fall-appropriate short story to share with you. But first, my review…
I’m still recovering from wedding planning.
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…
GrubStreet or bust.
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.
made this instead of writing my novel.
I’ve had a semi-productive writing summer, which I will detail further soon (like probably in a couple months, at this rate). In the meantime, I took a week of vacation from work, and basically everything else, to hang out on the Cape with my mom.
here are five home offices great for (not) writing.
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).
I fail at writing group.
Writing is a very solitary act. It’s just you, a screen, and a keyboard. Or a page and a pen. Or a fetal position and a cocktail. Even if you do it in public (you exhibitionist, you), it’s still not exactly a cooperative effort.
it’s my blogiversary.
A year ago, on a chilly Saturday night, I started this blog with a Jerry-Maguire-style mission statement of a post. And the tens of onlookers met it with a rousing cheer of “oh, ok, sure, I guess!” And over the course of the year I was able to put up a whole SIX POSTS.*
*cue ‘How You Like Me Now?’ by The Heavy
oh, look, a shiny object.
National Novel Writing Month started today, and I’ve sort of half-assedly joined it.