Posts Tagged: writer

In my last Distracted Writer post, I talked about the challenges of having a day job and writing at the same time. Let’s be honest, if you’re a writer with a day job, you probably didn’t need me to tell you how hard it is. Duh. So today I thought I’d try the less-explored angle  […]

I’m making my way through my 2014 reading list, which I probably should update for you soon, and I’ve just started listening to the audiobook version of the YA dystopian mega-hit Divergent. (Yes, I’m waaaay behind the times, I know). For those who haven’t read it yet, Divergent is based on a future in which  […]

This post is part of a blog tour series in which writers answer a set of questions about their writing process, and tag other writers to keep it going the following week. Many thanks to my friend and critique buddy Chris Negron for tagging me! Chris is an agented writer on the verge of international  […]

“Mommy, you’ve been gone too much. You’ve been gone Every. Single. Night.” Ugh. Rip my heart out and stomp on it, why don’t you? Yes, those were the words over Cheerios this morning of my Pre-K Little Man, who wishes his name were Anakin even though he has never seen the Star Wars movies, and  […]

One of my favorite memories from teenager-hood was the night some friends and I sneaked out of our houses and met at the Waffle House at midnight. We were all sixteen, and driving was our newly granted privilege (or at least for most of us, I was the youngest and constantly hitching rides). We were  […]

Well, here we go: I promised you I’d update you about the sugar detox journey. To be honest, I’m sort of hoping that if I write things out and post them publicly, it will help me re-center myself as well. The osteopath is going to drag it all out of me tomorrow anyway. [If you  […]

Last weekend, I got to add “marrying my best friend” to my life’s list of peak experiences. Okay, well, technically I married my best friend almost eight years ago. That was when I slipped something in Hubs’ drink and hauled him under the chuppah on a Labor Day weekend. (When he said “I do,” he  […]