This weekend Kevin and I went to NYC to see Puffs, which everyone I know has been talking about for forever, visit with his cousins, and-if we had the time and energy- get ourselves some rainbow bagels.
Spoilers: we TOTALLY got the bagels:
I’ve wanted to be an author nearly my entire life (excluding the first three years, when I’m pretty sure my life goals were more along the lines of “nap” and “avoid napping) so getting picked up by my agent(!!!) was just about the most incredible thing to happen to me.
However, I’ve known since high school that writing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. All that “writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne” (thanks, Terry Pratchett!) stuff is, of course, as nonsensical as it enticing, but more importantly, writers don’t even get to be Jo March, or Jane Austen. It’s not enough to just write the books, you are also in charge of everything else, even if you go the traditional route, like I’m hoping to. (Fingers crossed!)Read More »
A lot of writers talk about how they take inspiration from things they come across in everyday life: a new article, a random encounter, even friends and family are fair game. This isn’t something I have a lot of experience with (possibly because I am still a baby writer) but a few weeks ago the world handed me an amazing moment of “Wow, that could not be a more perfect set up.’
Mind you, it wouldn’t fit into my current manuscript (or possibly this series at all) but you’d better believe I’m filing this beauty away for future consideration: