• On the Other Side of PitchWars ’17

    My last post was October 1st, 2017. In summary, I discussed being at the midway point of PitchWars and what my process was like: massive worldbuilding, total plot upheaval, fully reworked character arcs, and three to four massive revisions. During the contest, I worked harder than I ever have on my craft, learned more than I did in the three years building up to PitchWars, and came out with a fantastic mentor (shout out to Lyndsay Ely), a new book, and a community. And twenty extra pounds. **10 lbs are gone now** I wanted to get back to blogging, but I was terrified of the massive time gap between new…

  • The Other Side of 180 and 95,000

    Ever since I started this writing journey, I’ve become obsessed with numbers. How many words per day? Pages? Chapters? Words per chapters? Age I should be when publishing a book? It’s an endless cycle of attempting to compare myself to the norm and feel comfortable. Sure, I should know the suggested word count of my genre and targeted demographic, but that doesn’t mean I have to fastidiously fit into those parameters. 25 isn’t the magic age for being “successful”. And a chapter needs to be long enough to achieve it’s goal. Despite constantly ignoring numbers and suffocating their importance, I find myself in a place I never though I’d reach.…

  • Busy vs. Productive

    **Disclaimer** The woman pictured above is not me, but some amazing human who was biking her tiny, pampered dog around in a basket. This post is brought to you by severe plaque psoriasis. Seriously. If I hadn’t thought about how clear my psoriasis has gotten in the last few weeks, Stephen would’ve never said something that sparked this post. So thank my skin condition and husband for this one. In the last few weeks, it’s cleared up considerably. I’m at the peak of my medication, but even that shouldn’t make it as clear as it is now. When I said as much to Stephen, he replied, “You’re in a better…

  • The Demon of Comparison

    Today I want to talk about a particular demon of mine: comparison. It hitcehs a ride at the most random moments. It showed up in middle school a few times during the budding years of popularity contests and the need to impress boys. It went mute during most of high school because I was too busy with marching band, photography, theatre, and friends. Comparison was still with me. He was just taking a backseat nap. He reared his ugly, pimple-coated head about… four weeks ago. Diving back into writing, exercising, theatre, and a million other activities has been healthy for me, but it’s encouraged my negative demon to vault over…

  • Writing, Goals, and Mortality

    Like most people, I had a brief stint where I was terrified of death and what was beyond the final breath. I think I had just discovered the theory of relativity because I realized that my life, compared to the history of the world, would be over in a flash. People a hundred years ago didn’t know about television, trips to space, or cellphones. What would I be missing when I died? What would I accomplish? And like most kids, I got over that and went on watching Power Rangers and munching Cheetos. Life resumed a peaceful balance for about 18 years which brings us to about three weeks ago…

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