This is how I know I’m a writer: everything I think is a visualized line in a poem or a paragraph. I can see black letters on white paper in the movie theatre of my brain – telling a story. Making a point. Having an opinion. Being brave. Or funny. Or not making any sense… Continue reading I know I’m a Writer because…movie theatres, fuzziness and purpose.
So I've had a bit of a mind melt on my NaNoWriMo attempt. Over the past few days, I've realized that putting pressure on myself to hit the 50,000 word mark at this point in my life is making me feel unhappy and exhausted, and like I'm losing focus on why I'm writing. The first time… Continue reading NaNoWriMo Day 18-21 – Word Count – Who’s Counting Anyway?