It’s not just me, right? 2017 was HARD, and I’m not sure 2018 is on track to be much better. I had to take a social media break towards the end of the year, just to preserve my sanity and
Writers block once owned me, and then it didn’t. True story: for a couple of months, I didn’t write anything until I’d spent 20 minutes colouring in pretty fairy pictures with my specially-purchased watercolour pencils and glitter crayons. This was
Writing practice always varies from writer to writer. It’s not what it looks like that necessarily matters — the details can vary but the need for a considered writing practice never goes away, even for published writers. There was a
Sometimes I forget that writing takes time. In the second week of November, I had ALL of the meetings. You’d think the world would have run out of meetings by now, but no: apparently, there will be more next week.
It’s winter here in Ottawa now and everything is frozen. The river is blocked with ice and won’t feel alive again for another two or three months. And this winter has been particularly horrid – you know it’s cold in