It's NaNoWriMo season, and that means I'm somewhere in the thick of drafting another novel. This post was meant to have been done back in October before drafting began, but as you now know, life blew up on me, as it is wont to do, and set me behind schedule.
Today, I want to hone in on one person in my life that, well, I may not still be heading towards a writing career without her. For a long, long time, Allie McCormack was the sole writing mentor in my life. RWA2018 changed that. I met so many a
I've worked out a lot of heavy emotion, both positive and negative, in journals, stories, and blog posts. I love reading other peoples' writings in the form of blog posts, articles, social media, and stories. Writing levels the playing field when you're not dealt a great hand, and what I can say in written form is often closer to what's in my heart than what I can make myself say out loud (let alone in front of a camera!).
I have a reading list that is pages long, and an entire blog devoted to reviews. Books gave me a new career when I thought I was used up and useless because of my disabilities - not just because I can read and write reviews (which I do in copious quantities), but also because I've gotten ideas from them for expanding myself into areas I never would have dreamed of before