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I wrote this little essay for the @1455litarts mag

I wrote this little essay for the @1455litarts magazine, Movable Type, about how my memories and experiences on Hatteras Island are all tied up in storytelling. That’s part of what makes it such a special place and why I keep going back to it as a setting in my fiction. And aren’t the illustrations perfect?!

Outdoor Starbucks office is a bit soggy today, but

Outdoor Starbucks office is a bit soggy today, but ohmygosh, the weather is perfect! The humidity is gone! I’m working on a couple reviews and then it’s on to the Big Revision. #amwriting #amrevising #amabitwetbuthappy

It rained today so the littlest kiddo and I put on

It rained today so the littlest kiddo and I put on our masks, sanitized every ten seconds, and strollered through the science museum. I don’t know if I’d missed the coastal Carolina exhibit all the other times I’ve been there with my kids or if I was just so busy wrangling them I didn’t pay attention, but it was a lovely surprise to find it. The signs were poetic, too. And walking through the exhibit clicked on this lightbulb moment for me that what’s missing from the revision I’m working on is the science of Hatteras. I also realized that part of my melancholy lately has been that I’m working on this grief novel, and while I thought it had spent plenty of time in the drawer to not cause an emotional response, that wasn’t quite right. I’m thinking about my dad so much. But if I can work the science in, poetically, I think that gives me a focal point. Anyway, it felt good to have a couple a-ha moments. And then we went and looked at some dinosaurs. #ncmuseumofnaturalsciences #coastalcarolina #hatterasisland #amrevising

It’s my birthday today, and it was my maternal g

It’s my birthday today, and it was my maternal grandma’s birthday last week and my paternal grandma’s yesterday. I miss them. Also yesterday my Writing Soulmate got married and we made the horribly difficult decision to stay home because of Delta, which is still freshly heartbreaking. So that’s been my melancholy today, but also there were sweet cards and cake shopping and my friend kept the kids while I got a haircut and ate a salad alone while looking at my birthday wishes on Facebook, which I just love to see. It’s so reassuring somehow to see the names of friends from all the places and stages of my life. We had a kid soccer game, and takeout for dinner, and sparklers and cake and happy kids playing with balloons under the full moon, two of them pretending to be owls. And that was my day. I miss my family and friends. I’m surrounded by so much love.

That feeling when you’ve finally, finally got yo

That feeling when you’ve finally, finally got your head and hands in that novel that’s been in a drawer for years and the first day you blasted through twenty pages of revisions and were like, sweet, this is going to be really fast, and then you came to two scenes that needed rewritten and that took two full days, but also you’d been attached to those two scenes for reasons you can’t remember, and had kept them in draft after draft, but they were really kind of bad, and all those years in the desk drawer took away whatever attachment you had to those bad scenes and now they’re pretty good, or at least better, and you can feel that feeling of pulling the whole book on course and muscling it into shape as long as you keep stamping out the voices in your head saying, eh, it’s probably not that good, because shut up, head voices, what do you know, we can make this good. Image description: slightly wild-eyed writer peers over her laptop in exultation; in the background is her car door and the preschool parking lot.
#amwriting #finally #amrevising

This is a Latergram BUT the little guy started pre

This is a Latergram BUT the little guy started preschool last week so this is my new view for a few hours, three mornings a week, assuming the little guy settles in. Preschool after a year and a half of pandemic/quarantine/distancing/pod school was … an interesting adjustment. Screaming was had. Chairs were thrown. “I never go back there ever again,” was uttered. But this morning, he cried because it *wasn’t* drop off day. So insert shrug emoji here and send good vibes for us tomorrow. Image description: partial view of a laptop overlooking plants and blue sky outdoors at Starbucks, on page 33 of novel rewrite. Conspicuously absent: small children.

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