It all takes so much time.

We feel this, writing, revising, revising again, querying, and waiting on pins and needles for success as rejection slaps us in the face.

And yet time is all that we really have… … Read MoreSo Much Time

Read MoreLike a Dog with a Bone

The snow streaked in the night like falling stars around my feet, suddenly lit by the oncoming headlights of a car.

I am going to die. … Read MoreOn death and writing

I feel deep in my bones every reason in the universe to give up writing. 

The inner critic circles me like a crow in a blackened sky, eyeing my every move.

But writing is deep in my bones, too. … Read MoreDeep in My Bones

Read MoreBurning

“I’ve tried before. I’ve put in the work last year, and it came up ashes on a field of dead pages.” But Hope says… … Read MoreAshes