A Writer’s Journal: March ’21

While my novella has a LONG way to go until it’s ready for submission, I’m enjoying this process so much. I love the main character and how she moves through this world. I’m trying to shy away from actively revising the story as I draft, but I’ve made notes on what I want to research and add to the story in future drafts.

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Writer’s Journal: Jan. ’21

Currently Drafting: Galactic roller rink story QueerBlades story Currently Editing: Cut From Mother’s Bones It feels so good returning to these posts. As I’ve mentioned before, these posts are a form of accountability. They force me to track the different projects I’m working on in a month, which is so important for someone who struggles […]

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Writer’s Journal: October

Words Written: words Stories Worked On: Post-Apocalyptic Anthology Story Ocmulgee River Dragon HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I never celebrated Halloween until I was in college. My family was religious and bought into the (very absurd) idea that Halloween was ‘the Devil’s Birthday.’ As I got older, I never felt like I missed out on anything. But in […]

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A Writer’s Journal: July

Living creatively is rewarding because I get to take my ideas from a mere thought in my mind to something tangible that people can enjoy. But it can also be draining, especially when I fail to see the results I want. And it’s even more draining when my writing has to compete with so many other parts of my life. Writing is my escape and some of my best stories come when I’m experiencing a strong emotion.

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A Writer’s Journal: May

was further discouraged to pursue this career by my 7th grade middle school English teacher. I remember only small snippets from that day, but I remember her barely lifting a finger to help me. I remember leaving her classroom upset, with my head held low. I went back to the cafeteria and sat with my friends. I don’t remember if I engaged with them, but I remember giving up on my dream. But the worst thing is this: I felt like an idiot for trying to step outside my comfort zone and that feeling stuck with me for years. Even now, nearly 15 years later, it’s a memory and a feeling I struggle to shake off.

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