women's fiction writer | educator | blogger
This post is late today, but you will all be glad because the crap that I had to write was quickly cleared out when, walking into the school today, I saw two girls, passing a book back and forth between them, giggling, followed by an “Okay, don’t tell me don’t tell me don’t tell me.”
This is less about me and more, for a moment, about my teacher self. I have spent the last week having kids on laptops in my room, writing introductory paragraphs on Google Drive and sharing it with me, having to really flesh out that paragraph before I’ll let them write the next. As always, with
This time last year, I could be found at 5:00 am in the gym, attending a spinning class or lifting or running a few miles. It really did a make a difference in my life. However, 9:00 pm would roll around and I’d fight sleep for a few more minutes, like I had been doing
Writing is a tricky thing sometimes. If we were all embarking on an athletic endeavor, there would be timed tests and ways to see an increase in strength. This is a bit more difficult to assess in writerland. But it is something we need to try to do anyway. We need to see that the
Yes, it’s Halloween. Yes, it’s one day before NaNoWriMo. But that also means we are on the cusp of a time when, as writers, we can lose ourselves in false pretense. Coming up on the holiday season is a time of happiness and serious stress for me. I love the chance to get around family,
Last week, I had a break from school, the kids are old enough that they’d rather be playing with their friends, so I put butt in chair and wrote, edited, tweaked, fixed and poured myself into my WIP. By the end of my break, though, I was exhausted. I had sufficiently emptied my creative gas
I’ve been thinking about the blogging life a bit lately. I completely love it and the community that I have been able to be a part of because of it. And, for where I’m at right now, I think what I’m doing is working. But if I let myself dream just a little, and pretend
I know, I’ve talked about this before, and so have lots of people. But it really is a bit like the elementary teachers explaining over and over the reason kids need to read or be read to 20 minutes a night. Because if we don’t, nothing else we do will matter. Sure, you could be
I’m a little bit taking over the internet today posting at the Writer’s Dojo, over on my CP blog and responding to the meme Jessie Humphries tagged me in (thanks by the way, this was fun!) What is the working title of your book? TRANSCEND Where did the idea come from? My high school creative
I teach high school English, which provides great joy and great frustration, and not always equally. Yesterday, I was grading essays that students had to write in class – no fixing, no revision, just butt in chair, pen in hand, 60 minutes, go. And as I was grading yesterday, I lost track of the number