Wherein I discuss (sporadically at best) writing, reading, books & movies, grammar & punctuation, the publishing process, running, mental health, running for mental health, and whatever else happens to move me.
If I were motivated enough, I'd turn my trauma-informed reading of Jane Eyre into a Ph.D. dissertation. Or maybe I'm more motivated because I'm doing it for fun.
In which the writer confronts the overwhelming power of Facebook.
In which the poet contemplates the obsessive nature of writing fiction
In which the writer contemplates the stigmatized Freudian construct of title-villain (a la It or Cujo) versus title-hero (a la Emma)?
A few weeks ago, I lost my ish over some dumpster fire technology that I have to use. But as it turns out, I'm behind the times on checklists in word processing apps.
In which the writer will either finish her novel or throw her computer out the window.