I attended a writers conference this past weekend. No, I'm not saying that with a straight face. 😀 I was so excited when I think back on what I did while there, I image myself looking like the squirrel from Over the Hedge. Hyper and a bit distracted by all the writerly things. Anyway, I… Continue reading The Escape Factor
Hey friends! Thanks for dropping by the Attic today. 🙂 Last post I shared why I decided to pursue writing. (Should I Pursue My Writing???) I mentioned how making that decision didn’t happen overnight, but how it felt more like puzzle pieces coming together into one glorious answer. Today I’d love to share some vital… Continue reading Pursuing Writing: The Puzzle Pieces
Should I Pursue My Writing? I spent every spare minute between ages 10 and 17 writing. It was my favorite pastime, though one of my many hobbies. Then one day it seemed that “real life” hit me and it was time to set my writing hobby aside. Move on. Bury it. Sayonara storyland. Trouble is,… Continue reading Should I Pursue My Writing???
My Experience With A Photographer I helped the stylish photographer, whom I’d met only moments before, carry her equipment into the classroom. I asked her a bit about her work as we pulled backdrops and lights out of her bags. She quickly shared how she got to where she was and then asked me to… Continue reading How a Photographer Helped My Writing
We interrupt this program to bring you a special blog post… cause I’ve been tagged!! Hello lovely people! I was tagged by an amazing blogger (and friend!), to tell y’all a bit more about this crazy little thing called me. So if you’re curious about what I like and do when I’m not writing (pshh…… Continue reading We Interrupt This Program
“I can’t do this anymore.” I ran down the hill, messing up the fresh fallen snow with each step. The full moon had already started its course across the night sky, casting a brilliant, blue glow onto the wintery wonderland. It felt freeing to run. And to kick the drift at the bottom of the… Continue reading A Fresh Start: A Tale of Remembrance
The stage was set. Lights dim. Heart pounding. Music playing. Head foggy. I was on after Joy to the World. Hands shaking. Parched throat. I closed my eyes. "There's no reason to be nervous. You can say the lines in your sleep. And if you fall flat on your face, mom will give a standing ovation… Continue reading Mary’s Monologue : A True Story