I know everywhere in the world isn't so lucky right now, but I am grateful to just breathe a small sigh of relief, at least for a moment.
Life has changed over the last year, and as always, my writing process has followed suit.
In my paradoxical way, I somehow get more work done when I have less time to do it.
I've learned to care less about people's opinions of my book choices and to expand my reading world.
Could I, for just a moment, consider the fact that maybe my career is on a positive trajectory? Perhaps my love life is in a wonderful and perfect place? Maybe I have caring and healthy relationships with people around me?
With all the positives that have emerged, I'm working to make this new step successful. It's clear that I am going to have to be incredibly self-disciplined.
Although I wanted to write for a living these past three decades, I pushed it away for years. I believed the myths about writing that are so pervasive.
I am finishing up a few writing pieces before we leave this week, as well as working on last-minute preparations for our trip to Olympic National Park in Washington State.
My boyfriend and I are planning a week in Olympic National Park. I'm writing about our experiences along the way. This post is about some of our preparations for the trip.
This past month, I found myself revisiting one of my lifelong pleasures more than usual - reading. I've always loved reading, but the older I've gotten, the less time I've dedicated to it.