How to be a good writer: Tips from a bad one

As a writer, I have learned the harsh reality that not everyone will love what I write. On a daily basis, I struggle with knowing that what I create will be continuously up for critique, constructive criticism, and relentless editing. This is the burden all writers will inevitably face one day. I like to over-use the word ‘as’, and ‘-ing’, and ‘and’. I enjoy seeing … Continue reading How to be a good writer: Tips from a bad one

Pen, Conquerer of Anxiety

Right in this very moment, I smell like a week-old plate of french fries. Which is interesting, because I’ve been on a strict no-diabetes-in-a-red-box-of-sin diet. Deeper than that, stronger than this stench sticking to me like a second-skin, I am thumbing through my journal. It’s a leather-bound notebook, designed by Patricia Nash and gifted to me by my dear friend. Through out the day, it … Continue reading Pen, Conquerer of Anxiety

school heckin’ sucks

There are moments where I absolutely hate the thought of waking up and going to school. Sometimes, I stare at my ceiling for minutes, praying for another two hours of sleep to magically appear on my phone’s digital clock. As a college student, I am always running out of time. There is never enough time to go home for the weekend, to see everyone, to … Continue reading school heckin’ sucks

A book-ish day

On Saturday morning, I woke up to a text from my hometown boss, Kelly. Kelly is a fifty-something coffee-shop owner, who wears jean skirts and a clever smile. She asked me what I was doing, and although my heavy eyelids asked for two more hours of sleep, I told her I had a free day. To my surprise, Kelly shared a link to the Oklahoma … Continue reading A book-ish day

Writing is The Best Worst Thing That Happened to Me

I’m writing this at 10 o’clock in my sister’s room. My laptop sits nestled in the lap of my criss-crossed legs, and my phone softly murmurs music. I want to say I doubt myself. A lot. Maybe, more than I should. It’s what kept me from opening my Mac and allowing my fingers to stab at the keyboard. Like this is some instrument of percussion, … Continue reading Writing is The Best Worst Thing That Happened to Me