While this short story might not be a shining example of eloquent prose, it was a cathartic - though mildly heartbreaking - story to write. This work of fiction is for all of us who've been through a real-life friendship breakup... Parting with near-lifelong friends, whether the reasons are clear or muddled, creates a crater in our souls, and it can take years to heal. May all of us who've endured such tragedy find ourselves whole again one day.
I'm both excited and terrified for the roller coaster ahead of me in 2022. The steps between here and publication are many, and grueling. But I'll get there.
I wasn't born to be a bestselling author, I was simply born to write...
Here are two pieces of information about me: I have struggled with disordered eating since I was about 13 years old.Despite brushing with high fluoride toothpaste 2x/day and making every single six-month cleaning, I always have cavities.Okay, I changed my mind. Here’s a THIRD thing about me. I’m sick of everything being about the foods… Continue reading I’m Fine, and Neither are You
I consider myself a Body Positive advocate. I am against diet culture. I understand I have no right to judge anyone based on their size, just as no one has a right to judge me on mine. I do not condone fat shaming or bullying, and I know the BMI charts frequently shoved in our… Continue reading “How dare you?!” – or – Why I Wrote a Book About an Insecure Chubby Girl Instead of a Fierce, Fat Heroine.
Motherhood has made me a lot of things. Patient. Exhausted. Resourceful. Exhausted. An expert in mediation. Sleep deprived. Happy. It’s a never-ending cycle of chaos, bliss, and chaotic bliss. One minute you’re thinking how this is the best feeling in the world. Nothing could ever be better than this. Everything is beautiful! Life is beautiful!… Continue reading Motherhood Has Ruined “West Side Story” for me, and Not in the Way You’d Think
Adventures of an Anxious Writer In late October, I began querying my young adult contemporary manuscript. Mid-November, I realized how horrible my queries were. I mean... yikes. I would like to publicly apologize to anyone I queried back then. I believed I knew what I was doing; I was merely delusional. The results were tragic… Continue reading Querying and Other Soul-Crushing Pursuits
It has happened folks. I have transitioned from writing a novel to querying literary agents and publishers. Sure, I still go back and re-read and edit my manuscript pretty consistently. But I have also started sending out samples of my work to complete strangers who will either say, "I'd like to read more," or (more… Continue reading She’s Querying A Novel
Do you know how many times I've sent out chapters and pages of my work for friends to preview? Me either; I quit counting a long time ago. You know what else I quit doing? Sending pages altogether. Just quit. Something like six years ago, I sent an early completed draft to a friend and… Continue reading Progress is Progress, No Matter How Small
Nearly a decade. Nearly. A. Decade. That's how long it has been since I picked up a pen , a small leather bound journal, and wrote the first sentence for what would turn into Lovehurts. I have written and re-written this book (just as I have all my other unpublished works). It has changed and… Continue reading Taking the Next Step