Chances are, if you clicked on this article, you’re someone who loves to write. Probably you’ve got a Word document minimized on your computer at this very moment, and you’ve opened WordPress to procrastinate while still feeling productive by only clicking on articles that pertain to writing, or how to write, or how to get better at writing, or how to write quicker…etc, etc.
That’s what I’m doing, anyway. My novel is currently percolating behind several internet tabs, trying its best to filter through the noise and get me to pay attention to it.
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There is something so deceptively difficult about getting started.
We trick ourselves into believing we need permission. That there must be some sign, some supernatural border collie who will herd us in the correct direction, that will give us the nudge we need to begin our life.
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Every year on the first of January, I make a reading goal for myself. Usually it comes in the form of a number: how many books I’d like to have read by the time December thirty-first rolls around.
Sometimes this makes me a desperate reader. Actually, being a reader makes me a desperate reader. If I open the pages of a book, I have to finish them. Otherwise, I feel like a failure.
This year, I’ve decided to be more forgiving of myself. If I’m not feeling a book, I’ll DNF it.
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I can’t really make it any more eloquent than that.
The thing about stress is, you can’t make it go away with logical thinking. Even if you know you’re being ridiculous. Even if you know there’s nothing to be stressed about.
Especially if you know that the emotion of stress isn’t doing anything to help control whatever situation it is you’re in.
You just can’t help it. You’re still going to be stressed.
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There are many different ways to read this book.
It’s a fairy tale; Hansel and Gretel, evil stepmother, orphans and hidden treasure and a big, formidable house.
It’s a story about family, found and made. The bonds that can give us strength or leave us bereft.
It’s a warning.
Continue reading “The Dutch House: or, Swimming to the Surface”
Until I was twelve years old, I asked my mother for validation before pouring myself a glass of water.
When friends would show up at the door, sneakers scuffed from walking the country road half-mile to my house, I’d tell them I couldn’t play and then sit stewing for hours, imagining how much fun I’d be having if I’d only said yes, instead.
At sixteen I’d be invited for road trips, a quick text with a simple “yes” or “no” the only ticket I needed to gain access. I’d consider the pros and cons: would I miss a TV show if I went? What inside jokes would I be excluded from if I didn’t? I’d think about it for so long that by the time I would finally decide to go, it would be too late. The friends had already left.
I’d missed the train.
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Let’s not kid ourselves; the most important part of any vacation is The Food.
Not the views, or the experiences, or the friends-and-memories-made. It’s The Food. Also, The Drink.
I am joking, but only mostly.
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I’d like to open this post with a disclaimer: you should spend more than one day at the Grand Canyon.
There are so many things to do and to see, way more than you could ever manage to shove into six to ten hours of daylight. Hiking trails, mule rides, camping areas down inside the canyon itself; the list is as expansive as several miles-long ruts in the ground formed over several millennia.
If, however, you were like me and were chilling in Vegas for a week and had a soul-scouring need to see the Grand Canyon RIGHT NOW there’s NO TIME you HAVE TO and you only have ONE DAY to do it, then by all means.
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Reading this book was like eating an exceptionally rich slice of chocolate cake, but in the best way possible. Over-indulgent, but the chocolate was chocolate. Not the sugary, overly-sweet corn-starchy chocolate used in store-bought icing kits, but like…$100 chocolate cake from some fancy French patisserie.
You get me.
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