I often look back into my past and talk to younger versions of myself. (No, It’s not called a disorder. It’s called SELF-AWARENESS, MAN, QUIT JUDGING). 5-year-old me is probably the smartest I’ve ever been. 11-year-old me was so clueless sometimes I think I should slap her (lovingly) in the face. And hug her. She…
Category: Rant
Editing is overwhelming
Many say it, but they are quick to play it down. Are we all afraid of seeming 1) hard to work with? 2) Lazy? or 3) Weak? Because addressing the fact that an activity is challenging (or even frustrating) might (according to the most critical part of our minds) negatively impact how we think…
Well, that was fast
On November 1st, I mentioned that I’d be burning out like a shooting star rushing through the night sky on its way to extinction. Yes, I’m trying to sound cute. Also, guess what? I feel them coming: the mental fog, the drain, the drag. It isn’t only about crafting too many sentences per day (aside…
My apologies: I’ve come to give you a boring pep talk
So I’ve been NaNoing for the last four days (yes, NaNoing is now a verb. No, the dictionaries aren’t with us on this one). This was a last minute decision, and an attempt to avoid closing 2018 with the same (only) MS under my belt. As in most cases, I jumped into my decision without…
NaNoing, editing, rewriting
November always looked like that chill, unsuspecting month between ordinary life and the end-of-the-year festivities. Or the end-of-the-year rushing through the stores and buying overpriced presents for demanding family members. Anyway, November never equaled busy for me. If anything, I dreaded it for standing between me and my vacation somewhere where the sun was doing…
Writing is hard; editing is worse.
So, hi guys? At least hi to whoever ends up reading this mess of a blog. Sometimes I don’t wanna tweet. Other (many) times I don’t feel like talking (especially with myself). But I always feel like writing. Do I always feel like writing my book(s)? Nope. Mostly, I’m in the mood for ranting, whining,…