I can’t quit you, baby

My relationship with writing is like a deeply dysfunctional romance. Writing is that guy who keeps calling when I’ve told him I need to move on. He stalks me. He has my number. It’s no use; I’ve tried to change it. I’ve had the “it’s not you, it’s me” chat with writing. I’ve given myself … Continue reading →

Chicken Liver and Charlie Kaufman

So here’s what happens. I have a wave of insanity and I sit down and write something. It’s some kind of fugue state in the awkward space between inspiration and confusion. I add and subtract and revise. And then something magical happens. As soon as I click that tantalizing “Publish” button I hate every word. … Continue reading →

Guilt

Confession: I went to journalism grad school. After that, I worked in the web industry for 5 years. And then I got laid off and had kids. How could I not be blogging? Imagine my guilt. A writer, an internet geek, AND a mom. Words should be pouring from my fingertips, leaping onto the screen. … Continue reading →