On the Turning of 30 by Kevin Camp On Sunday, I celebrate a major life event by leaving my twenties and entering a brand new decade. I have to say that thirty wasn't really on my radar screen until recently, but now I will begin negotiating my own role within it. Interestingly, until the past few months, I've always perceived the lives and mindsets of those in their thirties as quite distinct, both from myself and where I felt I fit in with the rest of the world. Now I am entering the unknown, unsure of where I should place my full weight. Read more here.
Making it Through My Miscarriage by ChickTalkDallas This has to be the hardest blog post I've done. I've asked myself if it's the right thing to do. So many women want their miscarriage to be a private event. And mine is. But what's so difficult about the miscarriage--beyond the physical discomfort--is the emotional toll it takes. I've felt isolated with this. I knew it could be a possibility and once it was confirmed I've felt pregnant with guilt and hurt and blame. And suddenly everyone around me--good friends, 16-year-old girls, women at the doctor's office--is pregnant and I'm not. And there's a sense of shame that comes with that. Lots of blame. And questioning. Read more here.
My Brain on Google by Jane Hammons You might have heard: Nicholas Carr is worried that Google is making us stupid. I’m sure there are reasons to worry about my brain, but Google isn’t one of them. I don’t write historical fiction, per se, but if a story has historical elements in it, I want them to be accurate. I also want to make sensible fiction out of history, and that requires at least some understanding of the people, places and events involved. Before the Internet (and Google) made research relatively easy, my bookshelf and file cabinets were stuffed with maps, almanacs, dictionaries and encyclopedias. If I couldn’t find what I needed there, I’d head for the nearest library. Read more here.
Pretty Ain't Easy by Tayari Jones There is a chapter that I had to take out of Leaving Atlanta where Octavia gets her hair pressed for the very first time. She thinks that she will get to a salon and pick her style out of a hair magazine, but her mom sends to an old lady's kitchen. When Octavia complains about her experience the old lady-- whose hair is so thin that it looks like spider webs stretched over a bowling ball-- well, the old lady says, "Pretty ain't easy." Read more here.
I’m trying to decide the best way to proceed. The revisions continue, I fought through a particularly rough part (honesty about others and myself can sometimes be painful). It is slow going, I get on a roll and do well for a couple of days then get in the dumps and can’t seem to write a single word.
I’m not complaining though. I’m trying to take the bull by the horns, as it were, and figure out how to make myself the most productive I can be. Well at least in terms of my writing. Productivity everywhere else in my life is just too big a job to tackle right now. Read more here.
I often say I am new to writing; that isn’t entirely true though. I’ve been writing, in one form or another, since I was 12. What is new to me is writing with direction, with purpose, with goals in mind.
I was wondering who else here is in that same situation. While it’s fantastic to be part of such an incredible community here on SheWrites, the level of talent present can sometimes be intimidating for someone like me who is a newbie. I just thought it would be nice to hear from others in the same place as me. Where are you? How’d you get there? What are you discovering? Read more here.
The Defiant Ones by Lauren B. Davis I spend a lot of time with people like me, who want to stay sober one day at a time, and nearly every day I'm reminded of just how defective our perceptions and judgments are.
For example, a while ago a young man trying to stay sober called me from another city and told me he was calling to "tell on himself," meaning he needed to tell someone he was thinking of doing something he knew wasn't in his best interests.
"Is That Book Really About You?" (Gasp!) by Randy Susan Meyers There something a little creepy about knowing that as my friends, family, neighbors, and mailman read the novel I wrote, that they're probably thinking: So that's what she thinks about when she has sex! Oh, that's how she really views her kids! My God, she lies to her husband?
No matter how much I insist that no, the mean cheating husband is not really a faintly disguised version of my husband (or ex-husband), I'm quite sure that their nod of agreement translates to, Sure. I just bet. Read more here.
Sleep always evades me when I need it the most. It’s like when something that belongs to you keeps popping up everywhere in the house and you don’t give it a second thought, then suddenly you need it, start looking for it and it vanishes. People and things have a habit of doing that, especially when you take them for granted. You don’t realize the value of something, or someone, until you lose them. It’s a harsh way of learning a lesson, but most times it is the only way.
It really frustrates me when I look at this reality. Since I was very young I’ve been bombarded by instructions and advice from those older than me. Arab culture always glorifies those that are older. Read more here.
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