Hey, all! Sorry for the radio silence recently, but I've been buried in edits of my Bi Agent Carter book, now retitled WHAT MONSTERS REMAIN. Trying to get it sent off to my content editor ASAP before starting on a new project. Anyway, in the meantime, I thought I'd share my playlist for WHAT MONSTERS ...
Right now I'm on my way home from RT17 in Atlanta, GA, sitting at my gate in quite possibly the tiniest airport I've ever been to inside the U.S. (hello, Kansas City)--mainlining coffee while getting some words--and this blog post--in while my brain is still in post-con processing mode. Although I am not a straight-up ...
I'm turning 30 in a few days, which means clearly it was time to revisit some serious childhood dreams. As you do. Growing up, I still remember ten-year-old me solemnly swearing two things: I'd never grow up. I'd never be able to read ALL the books in the world, but I could as well try ...
I'm super excited to be presenting my class on "How to Nail your Synopsis with the Snowflake Method" and co-present on "Writing the Other" with J.T. Moore at the League of Utah Writers Spring Conference on April 8 from 11 to 6 at the Taylorsville Salt Lake Community College campus. You can find the full ...
February, oh, February, where did you go? While I definitely got quite a bit of editing in, overall I only added about 10,000 words to this draft. This is what happens when all the conferences and writing events happen in a month. On a happier note, I also had some major break-throughs, which should make ...
This. This is my fight song. Rise up and nevertheless, let us fucking persist.
You have woken the witch that lives deep inside me.
You have removed the slumber chains from the giant of old.
You have handed me a box of matches and no chaperone
And a world made of lies and polyester.
You have barked up the wrong bitch.
I have shucked off the good, southern lady’s cloak,
Of the homecoming court, the cheerleader,
The preacher’s daughter, hands gentled in her lap.
They tied it at my neck with a bow, a Gordian girl-knot,
When I was young and bossy and sure-footed
“For protection,” they said.
Whose protection? I wondered.
I have sent that shit out to the dry cleaners
I will not pick it up
They can sell it for a profit from a rack on the street.
From now on,
I’m exposing the raw pink edges of my true skin to the sun.
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Okay, I haven't been doing these for a few months and I don't know about you, but I always am SO much better at staying accountable to my own goals whenever I publicly share them with someone. So here I am, back at monthly accountability posts due to go live the last day of each ...