07/20/2018 I’ve published 49 things over the span of four years. That’s it. 49. Well, now there will be 50. What started out as a basic journal, has turned into a plethora of things. Projects from school, NoWriSum (which I inevitably quit), and various other writings. So, what about this deems me as a writer? … Continue reading Never. Stop. Creating.
It has now officially been a week since the Cactus Café and I can admit that I’ve been restless. The week dragged on because I somehow managed to hole myself up in my room with Swanson. My mom stopped in occasionally, but only to bring leftovers. Now, it was Friday again, and this time I … Continue reading Chapter Four: Dr. Matthews
Click-clack-click, click-clack-click, are the sounds of the keyboards’ keys beneath my fingertips as I type out this writing log. Ah yes, we’re in the world of digitally typed up manuscripts, roughly written down notes, and the inconsistent savior we call auto-correct. The simplicity of typing gives us such ease that we almost forget how nostalgic … Continue reading Digital vs. Analog Writing
From the time I learned how to read, I’ve always read fiction. I could get lost in Wonderland or Hogwarts, just by opening up a book. The simple stumble into a couple hundred pages could result in many hours, or even days, spent entwined in the content between the cover pages. Yet, one of the … Continue reading Podcast: Fiction
Ten 6-word memoirs that I created Spring semester 2018 for my intro to writing and digital studies class. Continue reading Flash Memoirs
In this blog, I’m going to discuss a Creative Non-Fiction piece and answer a few questions. This piece, in particular, caught my eye because of the name and the hook the author wrote in the beginning. The following is a link to the piece itself by Jane Bernstein: CNF Inspiration Piece: The Marrying Kind Summary: The … Continue reading Creative Non-Fiction Inspiration
I woke the next morning to quite a mess. Wine glasses were scattered on almost every surface, there were a few bottles sitting next to the couch, the forgotten popcorn was left on the coffee table for Swanson to knock over, and my mom was no where in site. I couldn’t believe what I walked … Continue reading Chapter Three: Brunch