Dreams are tricky things. Things we can safely say no one really understands. Once our eyes shoot open, all is lost. We’re not left with much, other than sand in the corners of our eyes, and a few images projecting themselves in our mind’s eye one last time, with the flickering quality of a hand-crank … Continue reading The Exhaust of Dreams
Ah, the terrors of the blank, white page, and the expectant, blinking cursor. Waiting. Judging. Hoping. But what about the anxiety of a page full of words? Here’s a little secret, my fellow bloggers and friends… I write posts I never post. All the time. It’s sort of its own separate little hobby. I wonder, … Continue reading Sailboats and Blogs
I didn’t want writing to be my hobby. I wanted to like music; I wanted to play the guitar for an all-girl rock band, or paint, or design. I wanted something else, anything else, in my heart. But none of those things were there. Words were. So, much to the dismay of my mother, I … Continue reading Are you there, Writing God? It’s me, Anna.
I have a hypothesis about Lewis Carroll when he wrote Alice in Wonderland. I think he was busy getting stoned when his publisher called him and told him that he wanted the final draft on his desk by noon tomorrow, and that Carroll , in his compromised state, slouched in front of his typewriter and … Continue reading Coffee Tables, Rabbit Holes, and the Universe
Anyone who has been thirteen (or currently is) knows that a crisis begins around this age. Okay, well, a lot of crises, but I’m going to focus on one, because I’m not looking to write a 500 page book on the subject of early teenage crises. This crisis is one of identity. It’s that awful … Continue reading Yes, That Too.
Hey everyone! I have had an insanely busy past two weeks, and it's not over yet. I'm sorry for posting sparingly; I've been thinking about my blog constantly, but I haven't had much time to write. To make it up to you, I'm posting a lovely fall story I wrote for my fiction writing class … Continue reading The Moon, the Lake, and Lydia
Hello, Dear Reader. I hate to be so direct, but I must immediately inform you that you have been tricked. The title of this article was strategically designed to play on your natural human curiosity, the very thing that drives education, philosophy, and perhaps even the force of civilization as we know it. In other … Continue reading You would NOT believe what happened to me when I got home today…!!(Not Clickbait)
Like most people, my online presence is very different from how I act in person. For one, I never say, “Here’s the top 25 worst things about long car rides” and proceed to list each and every one. But there’s other things too. My sass level on this blog is what I would call moderately … Continue reading The Genuine Self and Other Myths
I am so sorry about this entire train wreck of a post. If you want to hold on to sanity, by all means, run. If you’re at the point in your life nothing really phases you anymore and you’re pretty much to numb to all pain, then proceed. Writing when you’re tired Writing is like … Continue reading I’m Really Sorry.
I’m hunched over my laptop, my eyes glued to the screen, and my fingers flying over the keyboard. The sound is like music, little keys clicking and then the rhythmic boom of the spacebar, double tapped after every period. The world around me is disappearing. It’s almost like I’m perched beside myself, watching the flow … Continue reading My Pet Peeve