TW: Miscarriage/pregnancy loss Pause for a poem with me today, a poem I never imagined I would need to write. The poem below has been a work developed over the last few months since what I can now consider the worst day of my life, March 31st, 2025. The time in question occurred in the …
Category: Writers
Come What May (Never)
A treasured colleague recently told me, "I usually like it when I got a crisis moment...it energizes me." I won't disagree; crisis or rifts can mean upcoming change, though not always positive and productive. But even after the storm, we do eventually experience a calm, a reprieve. But it's been raining in my writing life …
The Emotional Writer: Writing Angry
When I was writing my capstone project, Seedling (seriously, check it out on the page), I was much too eager to write in all of my problematic relationships and using my main character as the funnel for some personal vendettas. No, really, I melted the face off one character who was loosely based off an …
What Does a Wayward Writer Write?
My life hasn't gone how I planned. Who can say differently, though? When I was a know-nothing kid, I thought that things would align easily. The teachers made it seem like things would, so long as you behaved and got good grades, though. Everything will just fall into place. So I made an age-marked goal …
A Christmas Memory
The night was still young yet already pitch black by the time the airplane made it to its destined gate. I paced between the two areas for exiting passengers up the large and long hall of the Will Roger's Airport. The airport isn't a huge one, but with only one plane left to arrive for …
Simple Steps
Have you ever started plotting out a draft, story, dream journal and found yourself with too complex and heavy of an idea meshed with dozens of other ideas that make you go, "Man, this needs to be an entire series!" But then you start, and the idea of creating no only one book for a story idea but three, four, or even five and you're feeling heart palpitations every time you sit at the keyboard. That anxiety is unnecessary, and what is the rule for unnecessary items in a draft?
Work, Sleep, Eat, Sleep (Repeat x 7)
I'm nearly three months into my new job as an executive assistant. The job itself is great, and I feel rather accomplished as I get up each day and choose a semi-professional outfit (sometimes dresses, sometimes slacks, and obviously there's a casual Friday with jeans and university theme shirt). I still am learning about everything …
Love, Yourself/Hiccups and Heart Attacks
No, I did not mistakenly add that comma. I am quoting myself (takes a lot of ego to do and admit that, right?) from the other day. I am at a new job, one that is what I dreamt for myself for years: a professional position working for some professional bosses that will lead me on a professional career (and has me dressed in professional business attire that make me feel like Pretty Woman walking down the street). Yes, there's a theme there, but anyway...
Happily Never After: True (Fictional) Love
Let me start out by saying I do believe in love. I do believe that a couple can make it work. I believe that when two people are right for each other, they can make it work. I truly love my husband and understand that a perfect relationship doesn't feel perfect 24/7. You will have your moments; one or both of you are so tired and just want some alone time but you know if you came home and they weren't there you'd be worse off than just knowing they're in the other room or on the other side of the couch. You have a disagreement; it wouldn't be much of a relationship without having moments where you grow together through discord. It's healthy, it's normal.
Words to Live By: Vitriol
Anne Lammott in her book Bird by Bird writes in one chapter that sometimes characters in our stories don't always do what we want them to; they try to veer off in other directions or have a personality quirk that disrupts the plotline. She relates this to a person who finds their neighbor drunk and passed out on their front lawn every day. The passerby takes time out of their day to take them into their house and put them on their couch. They do this nearly every day, the sober neighbor grabbing the drunken one off their lawn and inside. Finally, another neighbor who has been watching this stops them one morning and says, "Honey, leave them where Jesus laid them."
The World of Abigail Rose 