I’ve been watching an awful lot of Doctor Who recently (Don’t worry, non-Whovians. This post isn’t really about the show, I promise.). Today, I made it to one of the episodes I’d been most eagerly anticipating: Vincent and the Doctor. In this episode, The Doctor and Amy Pond go back in…
Yoga is a pursuit I took up several years ago when I was working a particularly stressful job. Back then, it was all about finding peace in my frazzled mind. I wanted the strength to deal with my day-to-day challenges, the balance to keep perspective on what was important and…
I’m one of those people that takes things as they are and uses them as they are intended. When something is handed to me a certain way, I tend to automatically assume that’s how it should stay. Take this little doo-dad, for instance: Do you recognize it? Probably. It’s the…
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…
I had that most rare and lovely of experiences this week: my husband left town. For four days. Four blissful, productive days. Now, I’m not saying I don’t love my husband or that I didn’t miss him. But as a work-from-home, childless person, having all that free time with no…
One of my favorite movies growing up was Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It was funny and full of action and romance and … just a touch of the morbid. Maybe it was a bit of prescience about the emo chick I would turn into when I got older,…
I recently did an interview with The Mamafesto for a project called “This Is What a Feminist Looks Like,” wherein a bunch of normal people talk about what feminism means to them. One of the major themes in my interview – and something I’ve been thinking about a lot of…
Anyone who follows my ranting and moaning on Twitter knows that I’ve spent the better part of a week now looking at edits for Unacceptable Risk, ignoring edits for Unacceptable Risk, procrastinating in order to avoid looking at edits for Unacceptable Risk, and occasionally, in rare fits of productivity actually…
When I first started writing seriously, it was like the excitement of first love. I wanted to write all the time. I would writing in my head while watching TV, while hanging out with friends, while working, while driving. It was urgent. Necessary. I didn’t know shit about what I…
The writer needs to write to tell the story. The reader needs to read in order to enjoy it. Sadly, they don’t always need the same words. The biggest breakthrough I’ve made as an editor has been realizing that that’s okay. Personally, I’m the kind of writer that processes things…
