This Spot

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   Elise went to a birthday party today so I had a couple of hours to kill before I had to pick her up, so I did something I haven’t done.. Maybe ever. I took my laptop and my headphones and I went to the library.  I picked a little cubicle desk all the way in the back between a … Read More

I Want to Write

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If you tell the truth, no one will believe you. If you tell the truth, no one will want to read it. If people read it, they will think it’s a waste of time. If they read it, they’ll think you’re totally ridiculous and dumb. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. But I want to, I want … Read More

The Dead Lands Are My Scrivener Files

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   Here’s what I’m reading now. It’s incredible. Inspiring. But apparently not inspiring enough.  I flipped through my journal today. A moleskine that is about half filled, which I started using in November of 2013.  2013. I used to curse myself for journaling too much when I used to have to buy three or four moleskines per year. But my, … Read More

Failing Harder

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   I was so productive today.  I got up early, got Elise to school, went and did laundry, had breakfast, went to Target, grocery shopped, went to the bank, and came home and spent an hour setting up a new mouse and keyboard (technical difficulties like whoa) – and then I sat and stared at this blank screen and listened … Read More

True Stories

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One of Anne Lamott’s totally true stories. I’m really starting to care a lot less of what certain people (most people) think of me. It’s a good thing.

Work in Progress

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A few days ago I printed out all fifty pages of my most recent Work in Progress. It felt like such a momentous thing to do, as this WIP is only as recent as November, because it’s the NaNoWriMo novel I gave up on. I spent some time reading through it, marveling at how I had forgotten what it was … Read More