Once upon a time, there was a writer who actually had friends. (It wasn't me.) And seeing as this writer had just turned 20, her friends (who lived in various corners of the world) decided to converge on her when she was least expecting it and celebrate with her in person. Thus, I (and a [...]
Tag: Writers do weird things
Unfinished Story Snippets // and why no one should ever read them
The Enigmas of an Introvert’s Notebook
Writers are an odd lot. Yes, I know, statement of the century. But seriously. We wander around graveyards with the express purpose of stealing dead people's names, spaCe out of conversations to contemplate wHich innocent character we're going to murder next, and huRt ourselves on purpose so we can "know what it feels like". (At [...]
A Trip Down Ancestry Lane—ft. my mother, a graveyard, and a toy car
Last week, as life decided to pile up on us, mom, Anna, and I thought it high time we shirked our responsibilities and went out for a mid-afternoon Starbucks. We're really not lazy, I promise. (Well, actually, I might be, but that's a different subject.) But this time of year is our book business's busiest [...]