What does travel sum up to for you? Productivity? Sluggishness?
Travel + Writing = ? (How to Avoid Laziness)
Now Launching Instagram + New Facebook Page
Hi, all! I have exciting news. Recently, I've made an Instagram account for 2B or Not 2B (username: 2b_or_not_2b_writing_tips)! You'll be able to browse inspirational posts/pictures there, as well as keep updated on brand new blog posts. I'm new to Instagram, so if you have any suggestions on how to market this blog on there,…
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Being a Woman Writer: Is There an Issue?
The short answer? There isn't.
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Waiting List (Also, I’m Back!)
I’ve spent countless days blowing thought bubbles above my head. I decide which thoughts are scribbled on my waiting list: which ones suspend in the stars, which ones hover over the moon, which ones waltz with the waves-- this list is pulsing and alive and none of these thoughts will ever pop unless they are…
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Writing the Beginnings of Stories (And Only the Beginnings)
As an experiment, I've written the start of a few short story ideas. If you're a writer, doing this really helps the creative juices flow for the projects that you're working on. I hope you enjoy them! The Musician: Carla, the cleaning lady on Clermont Street, has a son who is engaged to a…
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Pursuing a Career in the Field You Love
While I was growing up, my father said that it wouldn't be smart for me to become a writer. In middle school, I used to pride myself in the idea that I would, one day, find myself to be a famous author. I'd hand my father a short story as he reclined on the couch,…
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Submit Your Writing to Stoneman Douglas – “Art for the Heart”
Dreyfoos School of the Arts' own literary magazine is initiating a program to help the students at Stoneman Douglas. We are asking students to submit visual and/or written submissions that are meant to heal the students and faculty at Douglas. All submissions should be sent to seedsmag@gmail.com; we also launched an Instagram page called seeds.artfortheheart, where students…
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Solace
When everything churns and sinks in reverse and the moon pulls back its tides with taut strings, the waves of the ocean crash and disperse in the tumult of my imaginings. But oh, let the continents shift and quake, and let the sun’s final rays brush the shore; his promising light is what my…
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The Rose
A delicate rose perched on a bush, her hand beneath her chin. Her sigh froze dew drops in the air; her patience was waning thin. For she was awaiting Autumn— he hadn’t visited in days— and he had promised that he’d bring her the sun's sweetest golden rays. But ‘twas Winter who had stolen Autumn…
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The Librarian
There is a librarian who organizes fluttering memories. The birds fly in with ebony words smeared on their wings and they always soar with more questions than answers; her thoughts are dust-covered dancers twirling behind crumbling books locked in skyscraper-shelves; she told me to look for your book yesterday and I peeled it open and…
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