I Don’t Hate It!

I’m not one to show emotion in public. Apart from the occasional bouts of hearty laughter, I’m about as expressive as a Vulcan with resting bitch face. No joke, at my wedding rehearsal my family all had the note that we needed to look like my husband and I liked each other. When I say “I don’t hate it” I’m about maxed out in the enthusiasm department.

With that in mind, I kind of hate my opening chapter. I don’t fully hate it, but in the ever unhelpful words of my boss, “It just doesn’t pop.” Continue reading

I Ran

I’m going on another writer’s retreat! Recklessly, I booked a train ticket. Three days on a train through the Rockies and across the Prairies will do nicely. I’m hoping anyway. I’ve only been on one train before, but I think my temperament is well suited to long and romanticized modes of travel. It should give me ample time to get some work done and I am pretty excited.

While I should be preparing logistics like clothes, food, and alcohol, I’m focusing more on the necessities for when I write. I hope there will be tea available because my best work is done when I’m sleep deprived and caffeine addled. I’m definitely going to need some sweat pants too, but the most important component of my writing is music. Continue reading