It's late. Most of the day is gone, with just over two hours to go and still much to do. Cooking. Packing lunches, getting snacks ready, filling water bottles. Psyching myself out of my body and mind's quiet whispers luring me to the couch to check the back of my eyelids. And... writing. Oh crap.… Continue reading Can I Do It? NaNoWriMo is Here.
Weekdays, I spend three to four hours just getting the kiddos to and from the school. I have precious few hours in between to do as many things as I can on an endless list of important tasks, from once in awhile stuff (getting tires rotated or taking a kiddo to an annual pediatrician check-up… Continue reading Tick Tock, NaNoWriMo is Upon Us
I've been working on Book 2: reading, brainstorming, researching, plotting points, and taking care of my artist self (taking photographs with my film camera, trying different coffee shops). That has been well and good. No problem there. If I'm to be honest though, I've been hesitant in moving full steam ahead with Book 2. Why?… Continue reading Moving Past Rejection
Three weeks have passed since I first started sending out queries. I've gotten three rejection emails. Perhaps there have been more that have turned me away. The agencies simply don't have the resources to let me know. Excitement and anticipation have slipped into an abysmal sinkhole. Doubt and darkness have crept in. Struggling with people… Continue reading Wandering Weary
I put my "new" Royal De Luxe typewriter to good use this morning.
Warning: What is shared here is this writer's experience. It's raw and difficult, but I believe it's important for her voice to be heard. It's an important #metoo piece. *** C. Wheeler's piece was published in the November 28, 2017 issue of The Rumpus. An Education C. Wheeler, MD When I was in medical… Continue reading “An Education,” by C. Wheeler
Lily Chang © 2018 Early last week, I wanted to start a weekly 'thankful' list. Here's why. We live in a world where ugly things happen all the time and everywhere. And heinous deeds, whether personal or not, can impact and wound us deeply. But, those aren't the only sort that influence us. Good things… Continue reading My ‘Thanks’