How can I pick the most beautiful, of these mirages and fantasies? How can I say one of these ancient histories sparkles more brilliantly than the next, when they all glow with their own stories, just as I glow with mine?
I’ve always been a writer, a world-creator, a storyteller, but as I’ve grown into my interests and hobbies, I’ve come to learn that the more creative outlets, the better. Here are some of my favorites!
I have learned languages, found lovers and love, failed and succeeded more times than I can count. And through all of that, through the ups and downs, the adventures, experiences, fears and joys, I have always, always been a writer.
I used to wonder how I would react to true tragedy.
As a Type A creative with a Gemini star sign and enough anxiety to power the grid at least for a day, I wondered this probably more than I should. But the answer was always the same–I would read my way through. I would write my way out.
It turns out, I was right.
Write drunk, edit sober. The reason for this is that writing is a hell of a lot easier than editing.
I often speak about the wage gap, fists in the air feminist issues, so let’s think a little smaller now and discuss an issue that, though subtle, though nuanced, is just as feminist and just as important.
Food shaming in romance novels.
I won’t get into the myriad reasons why this is the greatest job in the world, but every once in awhile, it’s necessary to take a step back and get away from the lonely office and misbehaving imaginary friends to regroup and recharge.
Mary, as my muse, continued to bring me good luck in the world of writing. She is the ultimate in romantic inspiration, a striking redhead with style, sass, and a brilliant mind, and I look forward to writing her again.
But she is not the only one of my friends to land on the pages of my books.
Plotters plot and pansters fly by the seat of their pants. I have done both in many genres of writing, including both fiction and nonfiction, and let me tell you–I will never be a pantser.
For the quintessential bookworm, fall is a time of cozy contemplation, of spicy, orange-colored teas and sweater tights and Oxford heels and lots and lots of books.