Winning NaNoWriMo and Starting the Next Chapter

I told my therapist last week that I felt proud of myself for the first time in years because I challenged myself and succeeded. I rarely give myself a pat on the back as, like many creatives, I am my own worst critic. I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year because I would have the... Continue Reading →

Ma, I’m writin’ a book!

In my last post, I stated how nervous I was about starting a first draft of what will hopefully be a 50,000 word manuscript, and if you would have told me that by near the end of week three of NaNoWriMo that I would have nearly 70 pages written, I would have laughed and taken... Continue Reading →

NaNoWriMo Newbie

Every year it comes and I watch from the sidelines. My fellow writers get excited for National Novel Writing Month, AKA NaNoWriMo. It's an event where you commit to working on your manuscript(s) every single day of November and, if the gods roll the dice just right and the planets align, you will have a... Continue Reading →

Change is ‘The Way’

(The quotes in this post, unless indicated, are from Zen and the Art of Happiness by Chris Prentiss. I highly recommend this book to anyone looking for peace.) “The Universe does not make mistakes.” I have been seeking my place in the Universe for as long as I can remember, from the crowded bleachers at... Continue Reading →

Where the hell was I?

The only excuse I have for being absent from this blog is that I have gone through changes (as have all of us), both beneficial and unfavorable, enough to make one sulk and wallow in their own self-pity. Usually that's my shining moment to write but, months ago, my love for writing had become a... Continue Reading →

Taking Credit

My therapist asked me to think about why I don’t give myself credit. Whether I post it on this blog or journal it out, she asked me to examine why I feel the need to bring myself down. What should I take credit for, though? I call myself a writer, yet the projects I’m working... Continue Reading →

Seclusion

Journal Entry, 8 May 2020, 10:44am I've never been satisfied with my life because I've never been good enough for others. T___ died; K___ ignored me; and P____ was never there, and since then, I've been afraid of committing because I'm afraid that they'll suddenly disappear. So, I throw all attachments to the wind; I... Continue Reading →

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