How blocking out business days made my writing days more productive I thought quitting my day job would free up plenty of time to write — it did not. I filled up my days with countless appointments and fell prey to advice that told me to find social media followers…

Hand prints are maps of our brains. Your dominant “doing” hand is a snap-shot of where you are at in your life right now. — I met the palm reader in the back of a Pilates studio where she rented space. Sitting on a comfy arm-chair across from the pretty young woman, I felt immediately at ease. Maybe I felt at ease because the woman reminded me of my writer-friend Annie, except with long-brown curling…

Sometimes the easiest way to see clearly is to borrow someone else’s eyes. — I’m sitting across the breakfast table from my pregnant friend. She’s the kind of pregnant that hurts to look at, because how can you cram any more human into an already fully formed human? She’s tired of talking about babies and pregnancy, so she asks, “How’s the writing going.”…

Our studies begin in pre-pre-school, the first time we’re left in a group and forced to interact with other Cheerio-infested, snot-nosed children. — I write for the people who don’t belong — for the ones on the outskirts filled with otherness. I write for the people like me. It’s our not-fitting that makes us the same. The not-fitting brings us together, but we also know the not-fitting will always keep us apart —…

Waist deep in empty beer cans, a writer discovers what she’s working towards and why. — On December 17, 2019 I listened to an interview with high-performance coach, Brendon Burchard. Burchard said: High performers have a great sense of clarity about what they’re working toward and why. That day, I added CLARITY to my list of daily goals. It’s been on the list every day since. …

Being in the dark is hard because it feels like you’re stuck. Like the story is broken. Like you, as the author, are broken. — In my story, Seven, the dark closed in around a character named the Badgeman. He was in a woman’s hovel; she was not home. He was going around her house mending broken hinges, stocking the larder, chopping firewood—taking care of this woman’s house like it was his home. …

When I Finally Pulled the Trigger to Leave my Soul Sucking Day Job — Two years in to my Soul Sucking Day Job I realized it wasn’t right for me. Five years in I realized I wanted to be a writer, and I started building my corporate escape plan. …

Why It Took Me Ten Years to Quit the Job I Hated — Two years in to my Soul Sucking Day Job I knew it wasn’t right for me. Five years in, I actively investigated alternate futures with a career counselor and decided I wanted to be a writer. So why did it take me another five years to escape? Because breaking into…

3 Steps To Take Today Towards Your Escape You know that job? The job that pays your bills but eats up all your energy. The job that leaves you a husk of humanity at the end of the workday. …