The more I try to plan out the plot for my new story, the more questions I seem to come up with. I'm trying to create the backstory upon which the entire story will be based; the rules of this new world, and trying to come up with a way to weave both into the…
Today was a non-writing day. I’ve been feeling guilty when Chris comes home and asks me what I did during the day and all I say is I did some writing. I mean, he hasn’t said anything. He hasn’t complained. And every night, he encourages me to write, either on my daily pages or on…
I've had a penpal since seventh grade. We've kept in contact, first writing letters then via email every few weeks. One summer, he even flew up from New York and we had one of our infamous Mom's-out-of-town parties. Yesterday, I emailed him to check-in and see how his wedding plans are going. He mentioned he…
Well, what started out as a pretty awful day has turned out pretty great! I spent I-don't-know-how-long at the computer trying to write. Just when I'd put on some music and gotten ready to just dig in and get something done – the fucking alarm clock went off. Between it continuing to sound for the…
I'm feeling irritable tonight. Mostly, I think it has to do with my not being able to come up with the right details to do work on all the story ideas I have. I'm distracted, my mind is spinning, filtering ideas, trying to come up with the right combinations. I don't know if I'm just…
For some reason, when I think about all the houses we lived in when I was a kid, the one that holds a sense of nostalgia for me is Finsbury. I'm not sure why. Avalon was the party house; 20th Street was just sort of there (and the funniest memories I have of that place…