Writing

Right before Thanksgiving I created a Facebook Fan page for my blog. Three weeks later, the number of people who

I recently organized a reading of my play. Two people fell asleep. I take full responsibility. My goal for the

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing and (the pointless) purpose of it. I’ve spent most of my adult life

I have been feeling very anti-creative, lately. I just want to shop. Try on eye shadows at the MAC counter.

I’m sort of having the opposite of writer’s block. I don’t know how to describe it. Writer’s Diarrhea?…Breaking the Writer’s

Giant sigh. Frozen waffles with honey. Disillusionment. (Beware: Self-pity blog approaching). In the past three years, I went from young

My brain has been occupied by a new line of work and a recent emotional shit storm. I predict clarity,

I had this crazy idea about writing a book. Nobody talked me out of it, and so I got far

Writing is like giving birth. And while I’ve never birthed a child, I do know that following the infant comes

Lately, I’ve been living this strange life, lately. Waking up at 10:00, wandering into a coffee shop, sitting there for

Went on a bike ride with my lovely friend today. After listening to me ramble on about my irritation with

I’ve been humbled by my aimlessness. This was my non-productive day. Wake up and feel confused and unclear about day.

It’s like sometime in August or September, I left my body and have been living on Planet Stress Case for

“Blogging is the death of books,” said Editor Lady to me today. (I won’t get into the fact that she