The Beautiful Masochism

Writing is painful. It’s like dragging yourself across hot coals or yanking at thorned vines interlaced in your skin. It’s flaying your soul open and poking at mottled bruises to remember what the ache feels like. It’s staring at a computer screen or blank sheet of notebook paper and seeing the story unfold in yourContinue reading “The Beautiful Masochism”

Stumbling to Catch Up

So, as most of everyone knows, NaNoWriMo started six days ago. Like a dingus, just today is when I finally got around to writing. Luckily, my world-building is pretty much completed. Without further ado, a summary: A futuristic, crime-ridden city. Taeje is the center of the Heon nation, a landscape choked with pollution and smoke butContinue reading “Stumbling to Catch Up”

Practice Makes For Perfect Procrastination

I’m still cranking through the sequel and it’s getting to be almost torturous. The moments where words seem to flow naturally are interspersed with coffee breaks and Tumblr posts and GoT marathons. I’m so easily distracted that when I finally sit down to write, my fingers seem rigged with lead. It’s like chicken pecking andContinue reading “Practice Makes For Perfect Procrastination”

Metaphors, Metaphors Everywhere (And Not a Drop to Drink)

I sent out nearly twenty queries mid-March. I’ve gotten four rejections so far. Having a rejection is nicely concrete, actually. I recognize that I’m not always the best at self-marketing. I have moments of ramped-up energy, where my fingers spill like lava across the keyboard and smears of magma come away from the computer screen.Continue reading “Metaphors, Metaphors Everywhere (And Not a Drop to Drink)”

The Mental State of a Continually Rejected Writer

Good news: I’m sending out more query letters than ever before. Bad news: I’m getting rejections faster and faster. I’m not naive; I recognize that I’m going to be rejected a hundred times over before I receive my first “yes.” I’ve read the tales of respected authors gritting through the pile of rejection letters andContinue reading “The Mental State of a Continually Rejected Writer”

To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice

I am the child that was never born a fledgling bird nestled in the egg of my mother’s womb whose flight feathers hadn’t even grown in before I was returned to the earth my mother’s choice had me fading back into the sky the carbon of my cells once more turned into stars bones exhaledContinue reading “To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice”

The Beautiful Masochism

Writing is painful. It’s like dragging yourself across hot coals or yanking at thorned vines interlaced in your skin. It’s flaying your soul open and poking at mottled bruises to remember what the ache feels like. It’s staring at a computer screen or blank sheet of notebook paper and seeing the story unfold in yourContinue reading “The Beautiful Masochism”