• 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.…

  • 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…

  • Considering Moderation

    Moderation is a word I’m desperately trying to learn this year. I didn’t grow up in a home that favored moderation. Sodas were readily available, Little Debbie snacks were always in a bowl, and Nana always had a cup filled with gummy fruit slices. Good Lord, what I wouldn’t kill for some of those right now. This year I will moderate food, drink, and my time spent on certain activities. I’ve already jumped back on the horse to try and be healthy and figure out what intake of food is best for me and my body. I’ve also successfully consumed 64+oz of water EVERY DAY. I haven’t had a soda…

  • Dear 2017

    Dear 2017, I went through the photo gallery on my phone to get an idea for what 2016 looked like, and I was surprised by all I had done. I figured most of the photos would be forests, my cats, and food. While I was mostly right, there were a few pleasant surprises. Last year started with some major hair changes. I went with bangs and long hair and ended up with an asymmetrical pixie. (That’s what it’s called… Right?) The haircut isn’t the important part, it’s the fact that I tried something drastically new with the idea of, “What the hell. It’s just hair.” Realizing that most things in…

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