Living and loving as a highly sensitive introvert and empath in an extroverted world
Living and loving as a highly sensitive introvert and empath in an extroverted world
Today’s a Nick Drake kinda day–a day when you take long walks, languidly pick up that hobby you promised yourself you were going to finish, catch up with loved ones over a nice, warm drink…and read pleasant little stories inspired by gorgeous, surreal imagery. I’m a little overdue since posting my last writer’s prompt. I hope you read and enjoy, …
In my last major post, I discussed my fears to pursue my lifelong sleeping desire to be a novelist. I call it a sleeping desire because, although I have literally been writing, illustrating, and narrating stories since I was in the single digits, I didn’t have the confidence to believe that I deserved to be a published author until about …
A few days ago, I was talking on the phone with someone I admire greatly and who is, among many things, a talented writer. As I was explaining the plot of a story I’d outlined a couple of years ago to get his thoughts on it, he suddenly cut me off. “Did you notice,” he said carefully, seeming hesitant to …
Any writer’s who’s a real writer will feel the pain of sitting at their desk, their brain pumping and flowing with ideas — when suddenly, to their absolute horror, they don’t remember how to get any of it out on paper. It is the dreaded writer’s block, the scourge of the Seven Pens (heh — just thought of that), the …
I’m having a minor (okay, major) writing “what if.” I can tell that I am having this moment due to several of my usual anxiety symptoms: I’m staying up late, feeling like I should be working on something…anything. I’m browsing my favorite shopping sites, feeling the need to buy, buy, buy. I’m planning for my writing career without actually taking …
Eight years ago, I opened an account on LiveJournal and began what could unofficially be called my very first blog. It was amazing just how long and how extensively I managed to write about my life while I was in college. Every corner of my existence received my greatest attention. Nothing was sacred. The only difference from today is, my …