Note: When I opened the Word doc I type my blog posts in – never underestimate my laziness when it comes to capitalization – I was planning to write a post about hope, and the fear that accompanies and sometimes…
When I began my MFA in Creative Nonfiction, I sat there in the first class and tried not to visibly sweat as my classmates went around and summarized their ideas for their full-length book – our dissertation for the course…
I wanted to come here today to talk to you about the massive restructure I’ve recently undertaken on my work in progress, a move than involves cutting over 100 pages of blood, sweat, and tears and changing the entire feel…
I’ve just come back from a visit to London – my first since my dramatic exit last summer, and yes we’ll talk about that someday, but right now I’m burning to tell you about the movie I watched on the…
I woke up yesterday morning determined to write something new. Since my life fell apart last summer I’ve been out of the writing game for the most part, allowing myself to focus on healing and self-indulgently writing only when it…
…let’s be honest: I’m not the cool-as-a-cucumber, detached professional I probably should be. And really, if I were, would you want to read my memoir? Thought not. Navel Gazing was released a couple of months ago, and after a very…
