I’m reading Deathly Hallows right now, and even though I’m team “Nineteen Years Later is not canon,” I do appreciate how well JKR wrapped up the series. It has me thinking about stories that didn’t get a happily ever after wrap-up.
Category Archives: Memoirs
I really want to start writing again. I miss blogging. But seeing as I haven’t written anything in six months and I’ve started a new full-time job, even when I have time to write, I don’t have the energy. I’m trying really hard to start writing again. Please be patient with me.
So it’s been a while. I blame summer. Once it gets hot, I don’t want to do anything. I spend summer hiding in the air conditioning.
One of my favorite writing quotes is, “I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles” (Shannon Hale). That’s how I feel this week, especially after spending all of Saturday doing writing sprints and accidentally finishing my steampunk novella. I’m sure there will be lots of places to go back and add things. I know there’s going to be a lot of editing.
I finished it!
It’s been occurring to me recently that you should be suspicious of happy people. Not in the grouchy “I’m angry about everything so you should be too” way, but in a “are you actually really happy or are you overcompensating” way.
A couple months ago, me and a friend wanted to have a serious conversation. I’m awful at having serious conversations. I get distracted too easily, and I have a panic reflex that makes me try to be funny. This is either a welcome relief, or super frustrating. But anyway, we decided we were going to knit and talk. This was a brand new concept to me. Crafting thus far has been a fairly solitary activity for me. I’d been to classes, mostly embroidery but some general sewing and others I’m sure, but the ones I went to were very serious and sterile. I came away thinking you make art alone.