I’m a struggling artist, if I define struggling as “someone who intentionally doesn’t do something” and artist as “a writer that never actually spends any time writing.”
Had I not turned off my alarm at 6:30a and then accidentally slept until 9:08a, this would have been the most perfect of Sundays. Despite my proclivity of alarm avoidance (third time this long holiday weekend), I managed to have the kind of Sunday… Continue Reading “Some Sundays are nearly perfect”
I’m catching a flight to Seattle in less than 6 hours and I’m breaking one of my cardinal rules, which is to never, ever take a real book on a plane. Real books are too heavy and clunky and they limit you to just… Continue Reading “What I’m reading: Milk Cow Kitchen”
When I was a kid, my house had a library. Okay, it was really just an unused dining room filled from floor to ceiling with bookshelves, but to an introspective, socially awkward girl like myself, it was a refuge. There, I learned about the… Continue Reading “The epicenter”
Alright, so… romantic fiction? Yay or nay? As a reader, they’re my favorite kind of books to lose myself in and, as an aspiring writer, romance is, by far, my go-to topic. Trying to find good romance novels to read… Well, that’s a challenge.… Continue Reading “The problem with romantic fiction”
I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically.
I’m in love. With a book. I checked out Barnheart: The Incurable Longing for A Farm of One’s Own by Jenna Woginrich from the library, fully planning to leave it on my iPad until I got to the airport next Monday for my flight(s)… Continue Reading “What I’m reading…”
This morning, after pouring over my iPad Mini during every free moment these past several days, I finally finished The Nazi Officer’s Wife: How One Jewish Woman Survived the Holocaust by Edith Hahn Beer. This book? Gripping. Edith, an educated woman who lives in Vienna… Continue Reading “What I Just Finished Reading…”