The Death of Creativity
Once upon a time, early mornings were the fuel to my creative soul. In college, you would rarely find me pulling all-nighters. The only time I did that was if there was a certain amount of fun to be had that made sleep seem an unnecessary task. And by fun, I mean stupidity, because freedom...
Beware the False Inspiration
Several times in the last few weeks, this graphic has shown up in my Facebook feed. The first time I saw this, my heart leapt. It fit perfectly into a piece of the message that my friend Wendy and I are sharing in the book we're writing, so I filed it away as a potential quote to put in...
For when there isn’t time to create
Because I am so near the end of this pregnancy, I am what you might call...um...large. Great with child? My eleven year old says I'm HUGE. He's learning tact. Most nights are, to put it bluntly, completely miserable. I fall asleep quickly, and I sleep well until somewhere between 2:00 and 3:30,...
On Nighttime Fears, Peace, and Birthing a Squid
As we close in on the due date, sleep is naturally elusive. Thanks to the heat, I am swollen and uncomfortable, and I am apparently carrying a tiny little radiator because I cannot cool off to save my life. Incidentally, I also told my midwife yesterday that I think I might be carrying an...
