So you sent the email. You hit send and it went flying off into the depths of cyberspace. Now what do you? Refresh gmail every other minute until the response comes back, right? (Don’t lie. I’m guilty of this too.) I saw this tweet earlier in the week and something inside me cringed a little: For some reason I foolishly thought that once you were published and established this level of terror and obsessive email checking after hitting send would level out. But no. Even the wonderful Laurie Halse Anderson still gets tense when sending off pages. Why does being a writer wreak havoc on your sanity? Why are we seemingly incapable of patiently (and calmly) waiting to hear back in regards to anything (queries, submissions, revisions, you name it)? Every time I click send, I do exactly what Laurie has explained above. Until I hear back, I agonize over my inbox. And this cannot be healthy. I was talking with my dear friend Caroline Richmond about this the other day. We chatted... Read More
Things you will need while reading this: Deep breathes. Tissues. A strong stomach. Summary from the inside jacket: A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a car of scavenged food–and each other. When I finished this book a couple things happened. I cried. I re-read the last paragraph three times over. And then I sat there, staring at the book in my hands for a good ten minutes wondering how I could possibly put into words what this story made me feel. This the first book by McCarthy that I have read. I’ve heard his others are equally as fabulous, and I plan to pick them up, because... Read More
Last night I got overwhelmed by this feeling that tends to plague me. I was on twitter, conversing with a bunch of my writer friends, and suddenly, at that very same moment, I felt insanely alone. And I started wondering why it is, that as a writer, I can feel so supported by fellow writers and yet so very lonely at the same time. Things like twitter and the blogsphere connect me with mountains of creative, passionate, caring people, and yet, at the end of the day, I’m still sitting at my computer, alone, struggling to make sense of my own writing and characters and plots and themes and… I could go on. But you get the point. Anyway, I’m fairly certain I’m not the only writer that struggles with this. Technology is amazing, and it connects us, but not literally. I still spend 99% of my time as a writer either alone at my computer or interacting with other writers digitally. Maybe I need to go to a conference. Or a write-in. I wish I knew more writers in my... Read More
I turned 26 this past week. It’s crazy to think that just ten years ago I was 16. A lot has changed since I was in high school and yet in many ways, I feel the same. Young, clueless, searching for meaning and purpose in life. Some days I feel no different than I did at 16. But something happened to me when I was 16, and looking back on it, I think I am only just realizing now how tragic it was. For some reason, at 16, I started to read less…and less…and less. I used to be addicted to books. You’d never see my nose out of them. And then things started changing. I was discussing this very topic with my friend Tracey the other day. She wrote a wonderful blog post about YA books and how she never read many of them as a teen. I wrote a mini essay in the comments and realized I had a lot to say on this topic… As a child, I was very fortunate to have a mother who was both an educator and a librarian. I read mountains of YA books leading up to my mid-teenage... Read More
I truthfully don’t mind revising. And now you’re probably thinking one of two things. Either A, that is a total lie. Or B, something is wrong with this girl and she’s not quite sane. But I really am being honest, so if truth exists in either theory, it lives in B and B alone. I find revisions refreshing. There is nothing more satisfying than getting a suggestion for an edit, sitting on it for a day or two, realizing it is totally and entirely 100% correct, and then fixing it. Maybe I’ve been conditioned to work this way because of my day job. As a web designer, I easily go through 10+ rounds of any given design before it even goes before a client. And then after the client sees it, the revisions continue for several months and often seem endless. But in most cases, the end product is a million and a half times better than the original design I had done back on day one. So perhaps this is why I love revising when it comes to writing as well. Even if it does... Read More
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RT @dawnafinch: I'm angered by people who use the phrase "I haven't used a library since I was a kid" as selfish justification for their la… 23 hours ago