Writing & Life

The downside of being sick is that I have less time and energy to write. The upside is that I'm worried I'll never get better and anytime I can sacrifice to writing, I do so. Perhaps a bit dramatic, but I like to play it safe.

How do you manage life when practically all of your spoons have been taken away? You do the best you can and commend yourself on accomplishing anything.

Day by day, I enjoy the pain of figuring out art. I enjoy the problems that come with it. I don't enjoy worrying about becoming famous or rich. So I focus on the process of happily learning.

How moving to boarding school started my transition from a people-hating, tough-shit, republican to an accept-all, 'put yourself in their shoes' silly liberal.

How I used Google docs and spreadsheets to lose 20 pounds (give or take a few) and get into the habit of writing.

My over-confident and frugal desire to just "figure it out" mixed with most projects only happening once means everything is full of "chances to learn". Or disasters...

Do you go to school then straight to your job for the next 20+ years? For most people, that's the goal. You spend the money, you find a job, you work till your 70. I need change. I need challenge. I need creativity. 

When NaNoWriMo is almost half over and you're 10% done, is it hopeless? Or was it a completely foolish endevor from the start?

To keep anyone that knows me totally out of my writing life or not? Is there anything to be ashamed about? Will I ever answer these questions? Stay tuned...

Being partially blind didn't fit my idea of an independent adult, let alone my ideal perfect future as the do-it-all woman. How did I cope? Essentially not giving a fuck and letting facts be facts.