Taking life day-by-day as a writer, romantic, and explorer in the mountains of East Tennessee. I'm making it up as a go along, and this is where I share my journey.
What started as a LinkedIn post about how this neuroatypical planner broke through self-judgment and planned a nurturing birthday week is now this blog, complete with a rant-y bit at the end about hustle culture and adaption.
Read MoreSince June, I've resigned from the professional position I worked up to for three years, became a full-time photographer, sold my house, bought a school bus, packed everything Alhen and I owned into that bus, and moved to Tennessee. I'm writing from my temporary room in Alhen's mother's log cabin in the woods, staring out at the trees, surrounded by beauty and peace.
Wake up between 6:15 - 7:15 am, depending on what time I went to bed the night before and what commitments I have that day. If the bed is empty, make it. If not, move quietly through the house until my other half stirs. Brush teeth, wash face, and pull my hair back gently will clips or a headband to keep it stable throughout the morning. If necessary, I run a bit of Aveda's Smooth Infusion through my dry curls, extending their shelf life a few hours before the humidity hits.
Ethical, conscious, intentioned living with Amelia Bartlett.
Taking life day-by-day in the mountains of East Tennessee. I'm making it up as a go along, and this is where I share my journey.
Experimenting with shorter and shorter works, hell-bent on cultivating narrative minimalist.
Prompt: Write a contemporary scene in which there is an element of fantasy- this may involve a talisman that has magical properties, a person that has magical or supernatural capacities, or a supernatural animal or being.
With help from a special friend, the new kid at daycare goes from outcast to drum major in a fantastic froggy parade.
To earn his place in the pack, a new stray will have to partner with some unlikely allies and pull off an un-bun-lievable heist.
A short story about an ant who realized there were better things he could be doing.
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A seedy romance told through the journal entries of a failed actress-turned-prostitute in a brothel fronted by a deli in late 1970s Times Square, known then as ‘The Deuce.’