Thinking about writing.

Category: Writing

I want to be Irish.

Irish ocean. I love Ireland.

What would it be like to live in a place like this? Where you walk to the end of the street and a bay, a color of blue that makes you wonder if you ever understood the color blue, swims Read more…

I don’t know what I’m doing.

Flying over Dublin, Ireland

Anybody who has been around me for more than five minutes knows that I am a bossy know-it-all. I know (see?) that I’m annoying but I can’t seem to stop forcefully giving advice on any topic of which I am Read more…

Final revision. Maybe.

Here’s the thing about (what I hope) is the final revision: no more procrastinating. No more saying, “Oh, I’ll figure that out later, that thing about time travel,” or, “I’ll go back later and format all of his inner thoughts Read more…

Always coming home.

Picture of a street in St. Petersburg, FL

A poem I wrote after meeting a long-lost cousin who turned into a great friend.

On revision.

“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” ~E.L. Doctorow If writing the first draft of a novel is like driving Read more…

Today, I am.

Photo of big Russian bell

Late in 2010, I finished writing my first novel. It was super religious (as was I, at the time) — pages and pages of Church history and people talking about theology. It was just a “light little mystery” and I Read more…

Befriend your demons.

Demons of self-doubt attacking.

The truth is that any demon honestly met becomes a friend, and our friends should be treated wisely if we wish them to remain our friends. Rolf Gates, Meditations from the Mat Today, my demon-friend self-doubt and I are going Read more…

Bust a mood.

Ducks by a lake in Lubbock, Texas

“He who plants a tree, plants hope.”  ~Lucy Larcom, on a random rock in Lubbock, Texas Early morning rain Coffee Morning pages Revising book and realizing that writing just one scene would go a long way toward making the end Read more…

The things inside.

Photo of nuns in Byzantine monastery

Eight years ago today, I slipped on the ice, fell, and hit my head on a curb. I woke up in the arms of one of the nuns I was living with, who was crying and saying, “Sister, wake up! Read more…

Someone you grew up with.

Young girl with a striped cat

Wake up. Fight with Daniel over who gets the last mini-box of Froot Loops. Win because you are the baby. Smirk because he has to eat the Cheerios instead. Watch cartoons with the boys. Laugh until you cry when William Read more…