I didn't sleep great last night. I go through phases with this book where I'm great and I'm writing happy stuff and then a chapter later the shit has hit the fan again. Like life. Life is like that. A few days ago I wrote this scene where a few of the characters are together… Continue reading Writing About Death Is Hard
When I watched the film "Secret Window" starring Johnny Depp, it was the first time I confronted the concept of a writer's retreat and I loved it (spoilers: minus all the psychosis and murder). Living with writers block these past two years especially has been hell and I've often romantisized the notion of escaping to… Continue reading I’m writing a book. I hate it.
In Alabama this week something unexpected happened. For the first time in 25 years a Democrat won a Senate seat. The odds were stacked against Senator Jones, but despite this, he won with a 1.5% lead over his opponent, accused sexual predator, Christian extremist, and twice removed from office, Judge Roy Moore. If you've read my… Continue reading Alabama Would Make Mama Proud
A few nights ago I snuggled down into my favorite comfy chair, exhaled slowly, and moaned, "I hate this." I lamented to my husband that while I'm exhilarated and excited about standing up for my convictions and my beliefs, I'm overwhelmed with the responsibilities and repercussions that come with it. About five years ago I… Continue reading The Silent Scream of a Southern Feminist