I finally have a plan, and this is it.
Launch Yourself on Every Wave
I finally have a plan, and this is it.
Category: ART & WRITING
Rainy Days
Some days the gray clouds won't budge.
Red and Green
Do you find yourself going back to the same colors over and over again in life?
Where I Am
A quick check-in on where I'm at these days and I where I am (maybe? possibly? who knows, really) going
Running Scared
Apart from my husband and kids, not a single part of my adult life has ever come close to feeling as right as the time I spent working on that book. So why, oh why, did the words go away? And will they ever come back?
I Feel Like a Blob of Dough, and It’s Not Just From Eating Too Many Cookies
I have spent yesterday and today working on my book, which feels great because I haven't written anything in something like a month. December is the worst for creativity, I've decided. It's all gobbled up by the Christmas monster. (And if you try to tell me that Christmas is not a monster, then I say… Continue reading I Feel Like a Blob of Dough, and It’s Not Just From Eating Too Many Cookies
Step Over Step
A novel looms as large as Kilimanjaro, but I'm tired of being afraid, so I'm trying my best to shake off the fear.
If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party
There's a South Park episode in which Eric Cartman et al. get so sucked into an online video game that they end up practically leashed to their computers, shoving their faces with junk food and soaking up radiation from their monitors. The end result, before the denouement, shows them strung out from too much screen… Continue reading If You Don’t Hear From Me Soon, Send in a Search Party
THINK v. feel
When I was young, we had a plaque hanging up in our house that said "THINK" in bold block letters. It was my dad's, and it came originally from IBM. I don't know how he got it, seeing as how he never worked for IBM; he vaguely remembers something about an antique auction. But the… Continue reading THINK v. feel
Practice Makes Perfect . . . But I Prefer Peace
Practice makes perfect, or so goes the saying. But perfect? I don't want to strive for perfection. That just turns me into a stress monster with Martha Stewart Disease (see recent Tea Party post). And practice? Isn't that just a heaping bowlful of boring? Seriously, now that no parent is standing over me making me… Continue reading Practice Makes Perfect . . . But I Prefer Peace
Please, World—A Small Request
My husband thinks this post is the equivalent of my inner old man raising a shaky finger to the air and lecturing whomever will listen, "Missy, back in my day . . . ." If you're in no mood for a rant on a dying grammar rule, you may want to click about elsewhere. It… Continue reading Please, World—A Small Request
I’m Afraid of Everything, But Maybe That’s Not So Horrible
These past two weeks, I have been a bit of a disaster. Not as in real disaster, like the people who, as I tell the kids, have "super big problems," like those people who lost their homes or much, much worse to a tornado or a flood or a war these past few weeks. Fortunately… Continue reading I’m Afraid of Everything, But Maybe That’s Not So Horrible
An Unabashedly Happy Progress Report
Back in the day, when I had an actual job (at a charitable foundation) and wore black pants (polyester) and heels (weensy) on a regular basis, I read a lot of progress reports. I used to wonder if the writers of these progress reports stressed over them before emailing them to me at the final… Continue reading An Unabashedly Happy Progress Report
On Feeling Empty and Being a Fool
I am usually of many words, but tonight I am tired and only have a few. A week ago I received some constructive criticism about my writing from a person who is very important to me, and it sent me reeling. My confidence was shattered in an instant. This person didn't view my writing in… Continue reading On Feeling Empty and Being a Fool
The Baby Blog and Other Conversations
I just checked, and I've been writing in this blog for a year and a half. When I started, I only had the courage to post recipes. The first one I posted wasn't even mine! Over time I've grown more and more able to write what I feel and hit publish. It's occurred to me… Continue reading The Baby Blog and Other Conversations
Amy Daniewicz 