A Writer’s Journals

I got my favorite journal in Venice when I was seventeen. Had we known that the pretty, Italian leather journals and customizable wax stamps were a staple in all the large Italian cities (an obvious tourist trap), maybe we wouldn’t have stopped in that Venetian shop. But it was our family’s first time abroad, and … Continue reading A Writer’s Journals

What If It’s A Novel?

“What if it’s a novel?” someone--I can’t remember who--said. There it was: the dreaded comment I had been anticipating from the moment I handed my story in for workshop. In the four years I had been in college, I’d taken countless writing workshops, some for prose, some for scripts, and always with predictable results. By … Continue reading What If It’s A Novel?

I Miss Breathing

Dear Reader, I am writing this from rock bottom. Well. Technically, I’m writing this on my MacBook Pro, from the comfort of an IKEA desk. So, safe to say my idea of rock bottom is fairly cushy. The thing is, I’m unhappy. Plain and simple. I don’t have my shit together, and I never have. … Continue reading I Miss Breathing