Sometimes I go on the Internet when I should be writing. I know, it’s a startling confession, but it’s true. (Even now, I have my email screen open alongside my Word doc, so I guess I should just close it...wait...J Jill has a sale...)
What I tell myself in these situations is that I am looking for…Continue
It has been a full year since my book, Flip-Flops After 50 was published. This past weekend, I sat anxiously at home, iPhone (and twitter feed) in one hand, glass of red wine in the other, waiting for Brooke Warner to let me know the results from the IBPA awards ceremony. My book was a finalist for Humor in the IBPA Ben Franklin Awards this year and it felt like a fitting cap to an amazing year: A golden award, a crowning achievement.
Except that I didn’t…
My mother always says she wishes she hadn’t taught my brother, my sister, and me to be so nice--because, she explains, you don’t make any money being nice and people take advantage of you. She wishes she’d taught us to be accountants, so we’d at least all be making a nice living now. Sometimes I think she shouldn’t have taught us to write.…Continue
As a non-traditional teacher, the quote above has always dogged my teaching experience. I even go so far as to refer to myself as an “educator” rather than a “teacher” so as not to mislead anyone that I am…Continue
While I don’t have facts or figures for this statement, I will bet that writing about writing, and specifically making time for writing, is one of the top writing topics. You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting somebody’s essay, blog…Continue
I have a blog due today and I have not written it. I started a great one two weeks ago, well in advance of today’s deadline (she wrote while simultaneously patting herself on the back) but I went away for the weekend and when I returned to the piece, Writing wouldn’t talk to me. Apparently we were on a break,…Continue
Now that I’ve gotten my first book published, one of the questions I try to duck the most is, “Are you working on another book?” The last time I was asked this question, I did a quick inventory of my recent productivity and realized that the…Continue
There was a documentary on TV recently about the making of Green Day’s Broadway musical, An American Idiot. The early part of the film showed the auditions for the lead singers. One young woman stepped up to the mic and began singing. (I’m always impressed with singers, since I couldn’t carry a tune in a…Continue
I just got back from ten days in Italy. It was, in a word, amazing. And that’s not even a very good word. As I prepared to be away from my daily life for ten days, I considered what to do about my writing. I have a small, leather travel journal that I always pack with me, but a quick flip through the pages of past…Continue
I went to get my blood drawn at the local lab in town. (And now I’m thinking about how best to draw blood; pen and ink? Colored pencils?) It was soon after my pub date, so I was giddy with the newness of being a published author, and maybe slightly lightheaded from the pre-bloodwork fasting. When the 20-something technician asked me my occupation, I blurted, “I’m a writer. My book just came out!” She was sweet and said, “That’s cool!…Continue
A friend of mine was recently accepted into a select, rigorous creative writing masters program. I received the news with a mix of…Continue
Easy. I’m not going to.
That question was the subject line of an email that taunted me from my inbox. At first I didn’t want to look at it. After the official launch of my first book, I was riding high on the positive waves of the newly published. There had been an…Continue
When I first heard this obviously derogatory reference to women, it was unknown. It was years ago and “damned mob of scribbling women” was penciled into a margin of a long ago journal. At the time it wasn’t familiar, and naturally I was going to…Continue
Sometimes I like Joan Didion and other times I don’t. I like her when I’m feeling like a Writer and can be confident in my work and my goals. “Well, we are practically the same,” I think to myself when I read her work. Nothing could be further from the truth, of course, because I am just publishing my first book at…Continue
Thoughts this time of year usually turn to gifts; the kind you give and the kind you receive. There is nothing wrong with those kinds of gifts. I am a big fan of both. Finding just the right thing for your (husband, daughter, mother, mailman) is, for me, just as thrilling as opening the gift that makes you wonder if your (son, colleague, sister, best friend) found your Amazon password and has your wish list.…
When I was a young girl, my dream of being a writer looked like this: Suggesting a young Audrey Hepburn, I would stroll down 5th Avenue into Washington Square Park with my hip, scuffed leather satchel slung over my shoulder, on the way home to my bohemian, third-floor flat. (Other people lived…Continue
Why do we put ourselves through the misery, which we ourselves create, day after day, year after year? We don’t have to be writers. We could simply be moms, partners, baristas, teachers, social workers, clerks, raising our children--or not having children at all--be good community members,…Continue
Before I finally took the plunge and sent my manuscript off to She Writes Press for review, I had been peddling my collection of…Continue
I’m not much of a shopper. The last time I tried to do a little wardrobe updating, I quit twenty minutes in because my arm started hurting from picking up and putting back all the hangers. I know. I’m a lightweight. But here’s a question as a result of that ill-fated trip: aren’t bathing suits typically expected to cover up one’s top and bottom anymore?
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