I try to distance myself from my hopes and dreams. I tell myself they’re silly. I bury them ten feet deep. I throw them out of a moving car and don’t wait to see where they land or if they manage to tuck and roll. I flee when they make themselves known.
Archives for February 2015
How to be a Better Writer: Be a Bloodhound
When a writer writes, she sometimes starts with an idea. It might be vague, ill-formed, and entirely out of focus, but she has one. She follows its trail until it becomes clear.
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Breaking a Wild Mustang
Perfectionism is the Enemy
I long ago learned to keep a tight leash on my perfectionism. If I didn’t, it would run circles around me and trip me. Scraped knees and elbows. Bruised shins. Never a pretty picture, and I should know as someone who’s had her fair share of knees and elbows meeting pavement.