Motivation
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Welcome to the Early Morning Writing Boot Camp! What’s that? You don’t remember signing up for an early morning writing boot camp? That’s OK. I don’t remember signing up for “adulthood,” and yet here we are. The rules of Early Morning Writing Boot Camp are simple. DO talk about Early Morning Writing Boot Camp. Tell
One of the writer goals I set for this year was to attend more writers conferences. When I added this to my to-do list, I’d just begun querying my first novel (before taking a little sabbatical on that) and figured conferences would be a great way to get to know agents in the flesh. I pictured uncomfortably huge affairs where
So you’ve decided to try your hand at gardening, eh? The old green thumb. Mother Nature’s helper. The plant whisperer. Santa’s Little Dirt Baby. Listen, I know you’re qualified. I relate to you and your ambitions. You’ve seen other people’s lush backyard gardens and thriving house plants and you’re positive you, too, can crush the
And I’m back! It’s been a couple weeks since we ended the run of my summer 2015 Capital Fringe Festival production, “Ambien Date Night.” The play ran for six performances, from July 10-30: aka 21 days of stress, elation, exhaustion, laughter, tears, anxiety & beer. There were days I woke up with a sick feeling of dread
Ah spring. When the weather shifts irresponsibly from “leather-jacket” to “interior-of-volcano” temps, and we celebrate the end of a long hibernation by overcommitting ourselves to stuff. This week I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed — with the upcoming Fringe festival, work, freelancing, maintaining human contact, and other sundries. Though my version of “busy” more often than
I don’t know how your week’s going, but on Monday I broke an entire glass bottle of olive oil on my kitchen floor. I’m kind of hoping the thin film of grease just … goes away. JK, JK, I’m not a total bum. I’ll call in the cleaners! I’m not a neat person. Some might even
My best bud and I share the same birth month – birthday bookends of the sometimes wintry (my end), sometimes springy (hers) month of March. In college this made for some fairly epic, furniture-less parties, and in later adulthood, this makes for me never forgetting the dang day. That’s right, Facebook, I don’t even need
I don’t usually listen to music when I’m running outside – something I picked up from a hardcore marathon/triathloner at a camp I worked at one summer. I just enjoy my weird trippy running thoughts (BuzzFeed’s 75 Thoughts Every Runner Has While Out For A Run is pretty accurate) and the sound of my own labored breathing.
Now and then, I become a morning person. I can’t predict what will precipitate this change. One summer in college it was the routine of getting up at 7:00 every day to work at the college bookstore. Another year in Rockville, when my then-pregnant cousin was staying with me, it was the fact that I’d
It’s January, guys. 2015. International ‘time to begin again.’ Like many of my pals, I’m not one for annual resolutions. It’s more fun to set goals constantly, or as needed. It’s also fun to adopt mantras. Most of mine are Katy Perry lyrics. Still, I love the idea of beginning again. Towards the end there,
