It would’ve been an immensely splendid way to spend the evening, especially on a cold, softly snowing, winter’s night, if not for the ghost.
That’s what I did. I made a fairly detailed outline (though, some parts were more helpful than others) and I girded myself to begin a gigantic writing adventure in November.
Today is November 23 and I’m in the midst of NaNoWriMo chaos. Trying, with questionable success, to write a certain amount of words every day with an end goal of 50k in one whole month has been a daunting task for someone who is very slow and quite sparse with her writing. But, it hasContinue reading “My Favourite Part of Writing”
What’s so different about this one, compared to my first novel, is that I wrote it all by hand in a notebook.
Let me have my whimsy. I think the world needs more of it!
The forest in Spring was a sleepy sort of place. Even the dappled sun between the branches was like light filtering through drawn curtains. Birds chirped freely to remind the sleeping giants it was time for waking. The trees stirred from slumber and stretched towards the glow. A rabbit scampered through the sparse underbrush, feelingContinue reading “A Forest in Spring – Earth Day composition”
Do you ever feel like everyone in the world knows more than you about everything? Okay. Well, maybe not everyone. But many many people. I often feel like I’m missing out on some great knowledge, though it only seems to be some vague idea of knowledge and not actually something tangible. Maybe I haven’t readContinue reading “Am I not Smart Enough for This?”
But the more time I spent querying it and getting rejected, then not getting accepted into a Twitter-based mentorship program, the more I started to think that maybe something was missing or not quite right with the book. But since I spent 6 years working on it, I don’t know if I want all that time and effort to be in vain.
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I want to lay Down in the piles Of leaves To feel the soil Slowly consume The part of me That’s already rotten. This was a poem I wrote at the end of October and posted on Instagram. Posting here for posterity.