NaNoWriMo began at a snail’s pace for me, and I’m already a slow AF writer. I swear, November is the worst month for me to have this challenge—it’s short, there’s Thanksgiving to prepare for, and I have to create the picture calendar for the next year (in order for it to arrive in time for Christmas). And this year is even more congested than normal.Continue reading
It’s no secret that the Texas storm last month was pure hell for us. Since February 15th, we’ve been “roughing it” with no running water (our plumber was able to get us a tiny bit a few days ago, though). To say it was hard would be an understatement. But yesterday, a miracle happened—our plumber got the pump working…
Painting can be a fun way to relax. Spreading acrylics all over the canvas. Swirling two colors together. There’s just something so satisfying about that. But at the same time, it can also be a cause of great anxiety for me.
I’m not sure how “fun” this is, but it is a fact: I’m a seriously slow reader, and I mean, like, way below average.
Pretty shocking statement to come from a writer, huh? Wait a sec, aren’t writers supposed to be readers? Yes, and that includes me. I just go at the tortoise’s pace rather than the hare’s.
In October of last year, I was finally ready to query my manuscript. At this point, it had gone through two editors, eleven versions, numerous people in critique groups, and more hours than I care to count. Needless to say, it’s been through the fire but (hopefully) came out in its purest form. And while I wait with bitten fingernails to hear back from agents, project number two must begin… Grab cheeks and queue Macaulay Culkin’s character in Home Alone—AAHHH!!!