You’ve heard it before: writing is a long, slow process. The first draft looks nothing like the final one, and there can be years and years between them. Why? Because the process is slow enough that the writer is actually living into new experiences, becoming a new person. It’s not just the words on the page that I’m revising: it’s the stories I tell myself.Read More
My bicycle is a writer, too. Here’s a poem she wrote from her own perspective, during my solo tour across the USA in 2011!Read More
I’ve got a resting “baby face.” I’m pushing thirty, but strangers often ask if I’m in school… and they don’t always mean college. Last spring, when high school graduation rolled around, several customers at the plant nursery asked me if I was excited to be done with high school.
“Yes,” I replied. “And I was even more excited ten years ago, when I graduated.”Read More
I was embarassed. After all, I’d gotten everything I wanted and more: a supportive circle of new writer friends, 9 agents and editors interested in my manuscript, and a new plot-charting technique that will help me write faster, forever. To top it off, my submission in the PNWA literary contest had won me a spot among 9 Finalists in the Memoir/Nonfiction Category. But as I sat in my favorite purple dress at the Awards Banquet, my heart thumping loudly against my sternum, they announced the first, second, and third place winners in my category. And none of them were me.Read More
There were a lot of women at the Port Townsend Writer's Conference. And, there were a decent amount of young women. But I think I was the only one who showed up by bicycle.Read More