Author: The Weed

A few weeks ago I randomly started writing the story of something horrible that happened to my writing career in the summer of 2013. This…

I’m back to trying to describe the indescribable. After day nine, came day ten. Then day eleven. And with each day came either nothing, or,…

This is the part that’s impossible to put into words. Imagine waking up every day knowing that the most amazing thing that has ever happened…

Suddenly, we were “on submission.” ‘On submission’ is short for “on submission to publishers.” It’s the period of time where your agent is taking your…

Looking back a year-and-half, I can see the warning signs that were interlaced with all the excitement. That’s how hindsight works. At the time though,…

We interrupt this story to bring you a snapshot of my life right now: My sister and her family pulled up to my house two…

I could barely contain my excitement. I had trouble conceptualizing what my life even was. I had always known I would break into the literary world……

I was in my office between sessions when I got the agent’s first response: I just started it today and am already impressed. More to…

The work was beautiful. It felt synchronistic. We were both immediately engaged–we got home from that trip and felt ready to pounce on the project.…

Isn’t the thought of a (then) 32-year-old writing a memoir hilarious? That’s what I thought. I spent the next few days saying things like “Sorry,…

So, here’s the sequence of events, kind of. 2009–I wrote a novel. It about killed me. Queried, got a positive response, but realized I hadn’t…

In its earliest iteration, this blog was a writing blog. Actually, no, scratch that. In the earliest iteration, this blog was about ADHD. But even then,…

Hi! Here’s my day so far: I woke up at the crack of dawn, by which I mean to say 8:32am. I rolled over and…