Apparently, a paranormal romance and thriller writer. I'm working on it…
As if the whole world has to be Instagrammable — and yes, it must since soon the only way we’ll be able to feed ourselves is with that sweet, sweet influencer affiliate money (I’m counting on you, Hot Pockets)…
I’m writing mostly academic words today — pre-semester set up, etc. — and while words are words and I’m keeping track of them, it’s not as satisfying
I find myself getting anxious, watching videos in particular, about who I am supposed to be as an independent writer and how productive I need to be to succeed.
I could start talking about how goals were lost, intentions were well-intended, things were missed, and shit was not finished. But unless you want me to populate this entire post with more passive verbs and self-flagellation, I’m going to stop now and starting looking forward.
Sometimes I retire pieces that I don’t want to fuss with anymore. This poem received a couple of rejections last year and upon re-reading it, I decided not to revise. It’s not a matter of it being good enough, but more a matter of accurately representing what I tried to say at a particular time.
There are plenty of ways to motivate you to keep working, keep creating, and if you’re like me, you’ve consumed a bunch of them.
