This year has not been a year for the creative. Between the the dumpster fire that is the political landscape, finishing renovations on a house, and preparing for my wedding, it’s been chaos and craziness all year. I wish I could say I was at least able to write in the downtime, but that is … More Catching Up & Falling Back
Oh my Goddess, have I been away. That hiatus was entirely unplanned and way longer than it should have been. To make a long year short, my beau and I moved into my parents’ house a year ago while we made renovations on his mother’s home, which is now ours. It required a full gutting … More The End of Winter
I’m applying to be an intern at RVA Mag, a super cool publication about arts and community in Richmond.Admittedly, I’m probably the only one that isn’t in college (and hasn’t been for awhile) but they said that wasn’t a requirement. I’ve been floundering for awhile as far as future-type things. Unsure if I’m stagnating or … More The Intern
So, I’ve finally committed. I’m going to get this goddamn novel published. I set it on the back burner, tidied it up, sent it off to a beta reader, tidied it up some more, and now it is officially ready to get out there and meet some agents. I’ve already sent it out to the … More 100 Rejections
Here’s a fun game. Am I just in a rut or is this depression? Motivation has been bleeding from me for some time. Not all at once, like arterial spray. Just a slow, sluggish leak that I barely notice until I look down and see all the blood. But, I can’t tell what caused me … More Feeling Foggy
Have you ever been so stressed out that it stresses you out that you’re stressed? My work just dropped a huge bomb on the staff, basically changing the nature of our jobs and increasing out workload under the guise of “making your jobs easier and more efficient.” My job has gone from one clear purpose … More Guidelines and Deadlines
I’m trying to exorcise the ugly inside me. No one does right all the time. There are times that I well up with it, rage like splinters beneath my nails, doubt like claws running down the back of my neck, fear sour and dripping from my tongue. Humans are gardens, but even the most beautiful … More Gardens
So I’m halfway through that writing class at my local community college. What I didn’t realize is that I’d be retaking AP English again. I guess my expectations are born of having graduated from undergrad and grad school. As someone who has done workshops before and meets with local writers about once a week, I … More Now I Get Why Hemingway Drank
My newest piece was published with Nostrovia Press! Come read my newest piece, “Her,” in Issue #12 of Fuck Art, Let’s Dance. You know you wanna.
So I went ahead and decided to drop loot on a Creative Writing class at the local community college. I figure, maybe some education might be nice? Considering my undergrad was in forensic science and I spent more time in a lab than anything. I think it’s interesting how the arts seem to tilt towards … More Back to School Again
