Hello, lovelies. I've been meaning to write this post for weeks, just like I've been meaning to work on fleshing out my backstory and the history for BLOOD PRICE, so I can finally work on the next round of edits. Yet, I keep procrastinating, because fear has reared its ugly head again and I've been… Continue reading Fear To…Write?
You'd think it'd be something really dramatic. I mean, my greatest fear, my ultimate fear, the one that if I think about too much head on, it induces the closest thing to a panic attack that I've ever experienced, is death. Just the idea that I'm not certain, despite my faith, of what happens after… Continue reading My Greatest Fear
I'm dealing with impostor syndrome really heavy this week, friends (I think). I don't like it. I'm not really sure where it's coming from. Last week, I had such a stellar writing week and I've finally reached the point I wanted to write about the most in this story. This is the climax, this is… Continue reading Doubts and Fears In-Between My Ears
I'm self-described as meek. Or perhaps timid is more apt, because looking at some of the definitions of meek, a lot of people seem to associate it with the idea that you are humble, gentle and kind, rather than being prone to violence or aggression. That definition reads being meek in a very position way--and… Continue reading The Silence of Meekness
So, writing and your brain. Your brain is, arguably, the biggest asset to assist telling and crafting your stories. It also, not surprisingly, is your biggest enemy. One that I've been battling--and losing to--for the past six, seven months. There are three main areas, I think, where my brain has created mindsets and thoughts detrimental… Continue reading Defeating the Brain
(Tangent before the post even begins: I totally want to use that as a title, for something. So I call dibs.) I've been realizing lately that I do those closest to me the absolute greatest disservice by treating them like eggshells to be tiptoed around. This is especially ridiculous because they don't deserve any such treatment… Continue reading Non-Existent Eggshells
I am pumped. Couldn't tell with the use of that period, could you? Considering that I overuse the exclamation point in every day life (thankfully, I don't in my actual writing), the use of the period here is actually quite poignant of how pumped I am right now. Why am I so stoked? Because I… Continue reading Breaking the Chains