Category: Personal (Page 3 of 4)
April 24, 2020
Monthly Author Check-In, Personal
Hey, friends. How you all doing? Been a hot minute since I last wrote here. I was planning to resume a somewhat regular blogging schedule in the February/March window, but, well… *gestures vaguely at the world*
Anyway, wanted to pop in and offer you what scant few updates I can.
October 26, 2019
Monthly Author Check-In, Personal
Hey friends! Popping in from my internet hiatus to give you all an update. First of all: yeah, I’m still enjoying my break from blogging and social media, though I am dipping my toes back in a little here and there—mainly just RT-ing random angry/funny things on Twitter, but hey! It counts! Sort of. I’m not sure when I’ll be fully “back,” but at this point I doubt it’ll be before the end of the year, just because of the upcoming holidays and busyness and also, oh yeah, I got a new job.
November 1, 2018
Being a Writer, Personal, The Beacon Campaigns, The Lady of Souls
Four years ago today, I achieved my biggest life-long dream: I became a published author.
First of all, let’s just stop and marvel at that idea for a moment. How often, really, do we manage to achieve the one thing we’ve wanted most since we were kids? And that’s a shame, really, because there is so much that we could do, if circumstances were just a little bit more in our favor, or if we had just a little more time, or if we were able to try just a little bit harder. I know how incredibly lucky I am, to be able to say that, and I couldn’t have done it alone. I had enormous support along the way. From my parents, from the very beginning, when I was a little kid and telling people I would be an author one day; and from friends and family, who cheered me along the way; and from my husband, who did so much I literally can’t list it all. I’ve had emotional support, labor support, financial support, to make this happen. Not everyone is so fortunate. Thank you. I love you all.
July 20, 2018
I approach poetry much like I do a Jackson Pollock painting: that is, while I fully appreciate the value and artistry of the work—and even, depending on the piece, can quite like looking at it—I do not, at my core, understand it. I know this. I know this, because if I am being honest, I cannot fully differentiate what makes his work Art, while the paint that accrues along the drop cloth on an artist’s floor is not. And this is on me, because I know there are people who do understand it. I know there is something there to be understood.
June 7, 2017
Turns out that I was not, in fact, prepared to watch a solid, female-led superhero movie as a woman.