A writer friend on Instagram asked recently if people had met their writing goals for 2021. I haven’t met my writing goals, but I was pleased with everything that I did write. I’m proud of the pieces I published. I wrote a lot this year - but nothing publishable in the last couple of months.... Continue Reading →
Why do I write? Why do I do this day after day? Another question: why do I read? That's easy. I read because I love learning. I love a good story. Plus, books can give an escape from life. But reading is easy and enjoyable. Writing is difficult. So why do I do it? It’s... Continue Reading →
This follows the post I wrote here about the passing of time and my lousy time management skills. I wondered if I would take full advantage of my spare time once I had my solitude back - once elementary school resumed in-person, in the building. I was looking forward to my son returning to school.... Continue Reading →
"I like journaling a lot." "I write a blog." "I'm an aspiring writer." "I'm a penniless, unpublished writer." And then. Finally... "I'm a writer." Said out loud. Without modifiers to weaken it. In the privacy of my own home. To my then 10-year-old son. A small step of confidence, but confidence nonetheless. I’ve already written... Continue Reading →
We all know that Instagram has been pushing reels for a little while now, desperately copying trends in social media. After listening to advice from social media marketers, I took the plunge and made half a dozen reels. So far, I’m not a fan. Here’s why I’m not crazy about them, (and it’s not only... Continue Reading →
Last night, I dreamed I was back in college. Do you get those dreams? You know the ones I mean. You’re back in university, unprepared for the final exam… or you’re giving a presentation in a crowded lecture hall and look down to see you’re naked… or you need to submit your thesis but the... Continue Reading →
“I could’ve written the great American novel in my spare time!” My husband and I joke to ourselves when we think about the years before our son was born. We must’ve had so much spare time back then! What did we do with all that time? Wasted much of it, most likely. I think of... Continue Reading →
My son shredded the seat of our dining chair with his fingers in those first few weeks of virtual 4th grade. Ragged threads hung to the floor. My son, Sweetboy, is 10 years old and autistic. Reliving 4th grade via virtual school wasn’t how I had planned to spend my year, but he needed help.... Continue Reading →
Do you remember the Magic Eye pictures? Those colorful, grainy optical illusions were everywhere in the mid-1990s. I was in 11th grade, and the art teacher had a Magic Eye book in the art room, propped up on a table. (This was the same art teacher who told me I was “too left-brained to do... Continue Reading →
Sarah McInnes 