For ten years, I’ve reshaped the story in my head into something so special, so grand. It’s a dangerous thing for a writer-who-isn’t-writing to do.
Tag Archives: writing
Reading Material, Vol. III
Another volume of recommended reading from across WordPress.com.
Reading Material, Vol. II
A second volume of recommended reading from across WordPress.com, primarily from September 2014.
A Memoir is Not a Status Update
This site is more a museum of me, my posts like exhibits behind panes of glass.
A Facelift for This Foggy Blog
I’d realized that having two separate blogs — this one for occasional personal essays and that one as a traditional blog — wasn’t quite what I wanted. While I was blogging again — yay! — I felt fragmented. And while I like a fragmented web in some ways, I don’t like it in the context of my own home. So, here’s what I did.
Some favorites across WordPress.com from the past month:
Blogging, Rediscovered (or Finding the Right Space)
I’ve paralyzed myself as a result, and created a visual space that accommodates just one mode — a single version of me. I’ve left little room for experimentation; I’ve promised a certain experience for my readers. Or maybe this is all in my head, and I overthink things.
Maybe I just need to shut up and write.
The Cut-and-Paste Travel Guide to [X]
Need destination guide copy?
Exploring Versions of Home
You can create your own profile on Medium and Hi and Exposure. But there’s an element of renting out space on these platforms, and I’m reminded of the loft my husband and I just moved out of — one unit within a huge, impersonal condo complex — and our quest to create the exact home we want.
Writing For Me, Writing For Others
I’m much too slow to be part of the day’s internet chatter. More reflective than reactive, I find that once I’ve formulated a response to a Big Idea, everyone else has moved on. It’s already hard to write, period. To write for others is harder.