It is heavier than it looks
but your cat has other plans. My writing process involves sitting down with my notebook and a hot beverage. I usually have an idea in my head and a hope that it all comes together as a I etch it out. The only way I can effectively edit is if I have to slowly read... Continue Reading →
"There is a feeling of belonging when you slip into the clothes that hold meaning in their colors and threads"
I remember a cousin of mine bragging about their grades that they got without even trying. I understood then that your talent is something you are unconsciously and instinctually good at like Spiderman and his webs. So I looked at my skills, as an obviously old-soul-and-too-mature-for-her-age-11-year-old, and picked writing. This was to be my superpower.... Continue Reading →
It was a long anticipated adventure and it did not disappoint. It is very hard to resist waxing poetic about this city. No, I am not going to quote Robert Burns (but you can). I could probably write a book about how much fun I had on this trip and everything I saw. However, I'm... Continue Reading →
It is probably my tired mind, but I’ve never seen the moonlight so bright. It is a silvery spot on my bed. In a daze and in the final hours of the night, it sits there. I didn’t realize I had awoken in it. But now that I have returned, it is like a beacon... Continue Reading →
I had no idea when I threw the green onion bulbs into a planter outside that it would grow to almost prehistoric heights. Nor did I realize that green onions could bloom. This spring has brought me some suprising flowers and it has been a much needed happy accident. I can honestly say that they... Continue Reading →
It has never been very clearly explained to me that there are weeks that are just terrible. Nothing as dire as tragedy, but more in the self struggle of feeling terrible. Motivation is around zero and self esteem is not far from it. This usually lasts a couple of days. I like to blame it... Continue Reading →
I can typically trick myself into writing for ten minutes. It goes something like this: I tell myself "hey, just pick up that pen and just write something." I then argue, but it has to be good and this sounds so cringey, and also I don't think I can spell at all this morning. This... Continue Reading →
Because most people use phones, laptops and tablets to write when they are on the move. The very lucky ones have a working pen and favorite notebook (or random piece of paper in our bag). The name of this blog really comes from my youthful exuberance at finding a forty year old type writer in... Continue Reading →
Mobile Typewriter 