For anyone who’s wanted the world to themselves I think everyone should get to have an afternoon where everyone else vanishes and they have the world to themselves. Because right now, I’m craving an October afternoon where the campus is dead silent, and purple-grey clouds break for haloed sunlight and outline the trees’ bare branches, … Continue reading Little City Steeped in Silence
As I was getting ready for bed today, I glanced at my laptop. It was sitting on top of my comforter, resting against my pillows, looking lightweight and unassuming. Innocent, even. Shiny from my cleaning binge yesterday when I scrubbed all of its corners and keys and crevices with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. … Continue reading We’re all gonna write tomorrow
If this is terrible, it’s not my fault. I have a half hour before class, and it’s not enough time to write something good. Especially because I’m in a public, loud, and crowded place, and those kinds of places are not the kinds of places I like to write in. Or be in. Come to … Continue reading Write the Thing
There are a great many overgeneralized statements about writing. We talk about shitty rough drafts (thanks Anne Lamott), we argue over dialogue tags (I’m a proponent of asked and said and pretty much nothing else), we bitch over the use of the Oxford comma (Vampire Weekend even wrote a song about that one), and we … Continue reading On the hardest part of writing
“How the hell are you supposed to fall asleep when the world is bursting with life in the shadows, teeming with mystery in the darkness?” -A very likely over-caffeinated me at 2 AM on some random weeknight last October From: The Notes App on my Phone Everyone writes about writer’s block. We cry the woes … Continue reading Writer’s Paralysis
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.