There is apparently a hashtag for writers who are writing — #amwriting. I can’t not read it as “morning writing,” which is the exact fantasy I lust after the hardest. The picture is this: I wake up naturally, feeling rested, at exactly 7 a.m. I kiss my peacefully sleeping, nonapneic husband on the cheek and make my way to the extremely clean kitchen to the coffee maker, which has been helpfully preloaded and just needs…
I’m trying. It’s never flattering, pushing yourself outside your comfort zone. Opening up your chest and letting people see inside and maybe take a swing at your softest parts, if they want. I happened to see a last-minute call on Facebook for an open slot for love-themed artwork for the February exhibition at the Gordon JCC‘s art gallery. I emailed the curator my balloons-in-the-trash photo from a few years ago and asked if she’d be…
How do you reinvent yourself? I keep thinking of a career change as a moment where you’re riding in a car and the car door opens and you have to lean out of the door and keep rolling as you fall. If you roll just right, you will have minimal injuries and you might just be able to stand up and walk it off. A few months ago, the career I had been building in…
One-sentence and six-word stories used to be the hot shit. That was a digital lifetime ago, when the average consumer still had time to oh my god I am boring myself with this intro. Too long, don’t read, let’s get to it! Here we have one-word stories, fully optimized for your tiny attention span. » Swindled! » Fuuuu- » Demilitarization…ish? » Yellowing. » Turnt. » Quack? » Bleeble-borp. » Gravity!!!
I am so excited to see the finished product! Betsy crafted this incredible story and was kind enough to ask me to do the book’s layout. I adore her writing so I was happy to do whatever I could to be involved. Check out this mini documentary on the project as a whole. COMING 2015: The Wolf’s Bane from Emily Beard on Vimeo. I am super proud to be a part of this project and…
Write more, even when it is inconvenient. Even when it feels redundant, superfluous. Put it all down and crystallize it in pixels. You will be dead some day and there will be nothing of you to inherit except some irreverent crap on the web. DON’T TAKE THAT RESPONSIBILITY LIGHTLY
Wednesday night a group of us from work went to the first of two Nashville Nights events hosted by 12th and Broad, a newish group in town seeking to bring together local creative types for events and collaborations that celebrate Nashville. The Nashville Nights event was a two-night celebration of food writing, held at Arnold’s (where I’ve still never been for lunch). We listened to some local writers read excerpts of top-notch food writing while…
You can read it here. I wrote it using an app called Spine. It’s for writing tiny stories.
That there is Aunt B signing a copy of A City of Ghosts. And this here is Aunt B reading two of her lovely short stories. Even if you’ve never had so much as sympathy for the devil, you might find yourself with a crush on him after the second story. Please read A City of Ghosts if you haven’t yet. I will loan you my copy. (Here’s a review/interview I did for The Commercial…
Dammit, internet, I want to write something. I don’t even know where to start anymore. It is so frustrating. I am sitting in the office/cat room. I just realized there are two clocks in here ticking. Two ticks per second, one behind the other. It’s sort of mesmerizing. I can’t write so I will go to bed.
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