Category: writing life
Guess what, guys? Right now, I’m sitting outside in a hammock, typing on my brand new, Kickstarter-backed distraction-free digital typewriter. Don’t believe me? Here, let me take a picture. It will be all the more meta that way.
So there’s this thing I discovered through a VCFA pal. It’s called #continuouspractice, and boy, is it magical. Read more
September is here. Insert obligatory joke about waking me up when September ends. (But actually, I’ll stay awake–I’ve had some pretty frightening nightmares the past two nights and would prefer to walk among the living, for now.) And while the arrival of this ninth month of 2015 may signal a change in weather for some folks, here in the Las of Vegas, it’s still summer. For the next two months.
Anyway, I’m not here to write about the weather. I’m here to write about what this new month is bringing me: possibly, an end to my current job. What? Read on. Read more
It is August 31. I have officially been a Master for one month and eleven days. Ten days?
Okay, I’m not sure. What I’m saying is that my first full month of not being in school is more than finished. If I were still a student, I’d be well on my way to completing my second packet.
But I’m not. And I’m not.
So what have I accomplished? A lot, thank you for asking! Read more
This is just a test post, really. So don’t even worry about it. Oh, but now I feel like I have to write a really long-winded post to see how everything aligns. This is a really pleasant picture, don’t you think? Made even pleasant-er by the fact that it’s awesomely upside-down? Wow, this is a lot of text to write. Your mom writes a lot of text, so what now? Read more