Confession time: I live in my head. A lot. And more often than not, living in my head also means living in my house. All the time. I mean, I occasionally have to leave to find food and shoes and stuff. But other than that? Helllloooooo, couch. So it was…
Whenever I talk to my mother, invariably the topic comes around to the fact that I’m currently not working full time and (with my husband’s blessing and generous financial support) am dedicating myself fully to this writing thing. And her main response is always, “So what do you do with…
This is my last little reflection on my first writer’s conference, and it’s shameful that it’s taken me this many segments to get to the heart of the matter, which is that it’s the people and the community that make a conference worthwhile. I met some really incredible people in…
This past weekend, my friend H. Hunting and I met up at the annual Penn Writers conference in Pittsburgh. Neither of us had ever been to a writer’s conference before, and we were both very nervous going into it. Our choice of conferences was mostly based on geography and timing,…
