This amateur painting I made hangs above my desk, reminding me of the wisdom my aunt uses to get through the highs and lows of creating. Read the full story here.
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An Unexpected Hurdle: Book Postpartum Depression
I made you. I love you. I made you because I love you. So why is it so hard for me to interact with you? Hitting that phase of adult life where most of my friends are getting married and having babies has introduced me to the concept of postpartum depression. And though I’m a single person with no children, hearing about what it’s like to experience postpartum depression made my ears perk up because it sounded so familiar. But not with a baby. With a book. It’s been over a year since the publication and release of my first book. It hasn’t felt at all the way I expected…
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The Long Walk to the Slush Pile
Warning: Mild satire. This is not meant to discourage or disrespect, but to let off steam. If you feel convicted at any time, that’s something for you to work through on your own. Why didn’t anybody warn me that querying agents is itself a full-time job? And you don’t get paid. So don’t quit your day job. But this is your new night job, so don’t quit that, either. Basically, the things that keep you alive and human, like sleep and friendships, are the first things to go. I’ve sent out a few batches now, and my queries have grown and changed, which is a good sign. There are good…