I wanted to be a writer, and I thought my work-life balance was the price I had to pay. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
There is true, gut-wrenching grief in learning that sometimes even our wildest dreams aren’t enough to save, heal, or absolve us.
After being diagnosed with bipolar II, I resolved that a soft-cover turquoise journal and a set of brush pens would guide me back to myself.
There are many kinds of writing lives, and yours includes a day job.
I decided I was going to write something just for me, something I loved, to keep me company during the hard, lonely months of 2020.
A part of me fears that my writing community will take me less seriously if they find out my highest academic honor is a high school diploma.
This was the pact I made with my now and future self: to become the most successful writer that it was possible to be.
I could see that my editor’s notes were going to make the book better, but I had to get over myself and implement them first.
I could see that my editor’s notes were going to make the book better, but I had to get over myself and implement them first.
When you’re sick, it’s tempting to yearn for how you once wrote. But thanks to Jess Thom, a British actor who performs in Beckett’s short play ‘Not I,’ I have begun allowing who I am today into my writing.