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.
As a poet who recklessly dove head first into writing a novel, it didn’t take long for me to begin experiencing the crippling friction between the needs of a long story, with a vast word count, and the slow, perfectionist tendencies I possess as a poet.
Continue readingIt turns out you can learn a lot about writing from an article about the Chainsmokers and fitness apps.
Continue readingI'm a poet. I have no business writing a novel. But apparently that's what I'm doing.
Continue readingI had managed to avoid Jane Austen until I was 41, counting her among the many dead white writers who’d gotten plenty of attention and surely didn’t need mine. But I'm not sure I would have made it through the hellscape of 2020 without her.
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