Write 20 minutes for 90 out of the 92 days for the quarter (gywo goal). Finish lessons 3 to 5 of Holly Lisle’s How to Write a Novel course (Writing goal) Make a list of the books I want to read (reading challenge) Read at least one book of the list. (reading challenge) Review the
My mind is pretty much always buzzing with grand ideas of what I want to do, but the start of a new year not only amplifies it, but adds a small layer of shame for all of my unfinished projects, writing or otherwise. This year is no exception, though I am trying to be nicer
I’m really feeling like I’m back into the rythm of things, and it starts with making sure I actually do the things I set out to do. With any other resolution, I have to hope it’ll stick this time. And to put all the chances on my side, I’m starting slow this time, instead of
This was the question asked in this week Flash Fiction Challenge on Chuck Wendig’s blog, and I thought it was a good question to start the new chapter of my blogging experience. I don’t always feel like I know how to answer this question. I write because I do. But that’s not really the most
In the upcoming hours, I’m getting ready to get into a plane to Paris. The plan; a five months backpacking trip where I’ll follow the wind. I have little plans… A few days in Paris, then Mons in Belgium to see my younger sister. A workshop in Berlin I’m really excited about, and for which
I was almost there this year, but I’m pledging again for 150 thousand words.
Yesterday, around nine thirty PM, I became a Nanowrimo 2014 Winner with 50 036 words. It makes it my third consecutive win. Every year is a bit easier and harder at the same time since I try to have new goal every year. I am celebrating with a new website (yeah, I know, again!), but
“I don’t want a fuck friend.” I didn’t mean to blurt it out.
I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted what Geoff and Thom had.
“Your mother said you were confused. I was worried.”
“I’m not confused.” If there was one thing I was sure of, it was this one.
I woke up the next morning with a headache from hell and Philip moaning Victoria’s name in his sleep. His morning erection dug into my thigh.