Essays on life, personal style, the writing process, and the eternal wisdom of Strunk & White.
“. . . when the fine hairs on my arms are standing and the air smells of ozone and my breath turns cold—these are the signs I’ve learned to recognize when there’s a great story in my presence. This may sound like a possession. It kind of is.”
Read MoreIt was easy. Sweet. Kind. Quick. Poetic and unforgettable. Everything my first experience with sex wasn’t.
Read More“Out of thirty-four form rejections, I have received a single personal one: the Hallmark card of literary rejections. The situation is bleak indeed when your spirits are buoyed by this.“
Read More“—the knowledge that my days of poring over my edit would come to an end in September 2021 haunted me.
I had to finish. If I couldn't cut the words and finish my novel during a pandemic, would I ever? “
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