This Thanksgiving I flew myself to Los Angeles to stay with my sister, her husband, and their 4 kids for the long weekend. We made the 65-mile trek to my mom’s…
There are certain words in the history of the English language that have displayed certain flair, a je ne sais quoi. Words that punch you in the gut and leave you…
A Thanksgiving meme borrowed from my AWer buddy, Kate. The rules? List ten things you are grateful for, but every even numbered item must be about writing in some way.
Last night I attended my first writer’s Meetup in San Francisco, along with eight other writers. We met up at the
This weekend I flew up to San Francisco to participate in that popular sport of hunting that nearly extinct species – an apartment bigger than a shoebox for a reasonable price. I printed out my craigslist ads. I had…
I am capable of writing for hours on end. Ask my local Starbucks barista. I work my normal 9-6 job, grab a quick bite,…
I am moving to San Francisco in late August. Packing up three bookcases of books and other various possessions to haul them across the state. Again. At least this time…
I’m not the diary type. I am fervently opposed to keeping a diary. As an aspiring writer, I have received umpteen blank journals as gifts, which I’ve promptly re-gifted, along with all the bookmarks I never use. (I am…