thoughts, Writing

I Saw Neil Gaiman Speak

I can't believe I didn't blog about this right away, but it was very much like one of those dreams that make you feel hazy and floaty when you wake up like you know it didn't really happen but you have all the emotions like it did, except this was real. So. Words. They're hard.… Continue reading I Saw Neil Gaiman Speak


When Muses Attack

I don't mean to get all pedantic right away, but I've just had a transformative experience. I know nothing happens in a vacuum, and in all fairness I have slowly been making my way through Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic, so it was inevitable I'd start seeing the things I was reading about happen to me… Continue reading When Muses Attack

I Read

I Read: The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I finished Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane this morning. It's funny how much good words can make me cry. I've been dipping my toes into multiple books at once lately which results in me not finishing anything, or taking an inordinately long amount of time to do so, and then… Continue reading I Read: The Ocean at the End of the Lane