by Marissa Macy Younger me had high expectations about my “writing career.” Though the likelihood of ever encountering ten-year-old me, or even nineteen-year-old me, is somewhat unlikely, I imagine how I would explain myself. How would I account for my failures? Would younger me accept excuses or spit in my general direction? Would a... Continue Reading →
-Sumedha So, technically this was a speech that I performed in a Toastmasters contest. But blog, speech, really, they are all ways to communicate so I thought this might make an interesting read! So here you go... When we are kids we don’t care about what the world thinks. We don’t know social norms or... Continue Reading →
By Nicole Stump Perhaps you’re a more straight-thinking human, but when I’m writing anything more than an email, my notebook or Google Doc increasingly spirals out of control. I’m continually shifting, reshaping, reimagining how the piece will come out. Because of my non-linear approach to writing everything from poems to essays to fiction, it’s no... Continue Reading →
I am a person who likes to walk. I have a car that I hate driving because I am bad at it, driving, and I invariably picture my death every time I get behind the wheel. I have a bike, but I like walking better than biking. I like walking in a city more than... Continue Reading →
by Marissa Macy Finishing feels so good. No, not like that. Okay, like that too. But here, I’m talking about finishing a writing project. Writing, particularly in the novel format, is a long, thankless slog. And finishing something is a rare occurrence. Even if you’re prolific, you may experience the satisfaction of completing a... Continue Reading →
Spoiler alerts abound here. If you haven’t yet seen Call Me By Your Name, I’m not sure what you’ve been doing but stop reading this and go watch it. Immediately. Last Sunday night, I biked to my neighborhood Alamo Drafthouse to see a movie alone, an experience that is, for me, akin to devouring... Continue Reading →
By Nicole Stump When I was a kid, my favorite part of school was back-to-school supply shopping. The smell of Office Max gave me all the good feelings, and I would stare in awe down every aisle, imagining the ways Rolodexes, one-touch binders, and graphing calculators would transform my life. From trapper keepers to Post... Continue Reading →
