In my paradoxical way, I somehow get more work done when I have less time to do it.
Even the swankiest of office supplies aren’t what really help my writing. It’s the intangibles.
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.
The madness of the first half of the year has led to the perfect opportunity for writing this fall.
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.
“As always, writing continues to be a source of comfort, a cure for boredom, something to look forward to, and a habit that remains necessary throughout all of ‘this.'”
Journaling has always been a way for me to deal with my anxiety. I’ve included some tips for getting started journaling in this post.
In the past, juggling too many projects at once has left me feeling unproductive. This past week, I have completed two goals by focusing on them one at a time.
Writing a novel in a month is an opportunity for me to improve both my writing process and my everyday life.
My latest birthday has been a reminder that writing is inevitably tied to other aspects of my life, for better or worse.