Some weeks are big
It was quite a week for me. I turned 40, I became editor-in-chief here at yeah write, I held a plank for a minute and two seconds, and I made some progress on my memoir and a long form fiction project. Is it luck or happenstance? Just some weird coincidence that when it rained it also poured?
It’s the weekend, so the moonshine grid is open
Is everyone ready for a break? Okay, I’m looking around the room and seeing nothing but hands raised. That’s it, then: it’s settled. I’ll haul out the bean bag chairs, and there’s a papasan chair by the window for whoever snags it first. It’s BYOB, but I’ve got snacks covered–magic cookie bars and popcorn are on the table. Let’s make the most of this weekend, shall we?
The spaces between
For me, writing isn’t always about writing. A lot of my writing takes place in the spaces between. I am a very visually-oriented person, and as such, artwork and movies often inspire some of my most fun stories. A few weeks back I took a trip to the Getty Museum and saw tapestries of Louis XIV woven with strands of pure gold. They shimmered in the faint light, radiating in an almost supernatural way.