One of the most important things I've already learned from my studies in English/Creative Writing comes down to one piece of advice I found more helpful than I initially expected it to be. My professor during the last quarter was a published author, and knows first hand how difficult it is to "make it" in … Continue reading One Hundred “No”s
I have anxiety - there's not really any other way to put it. I worry about everything, even things I know I don't need to worry about, even mistakes that happened years and years ago, even social interactions that are over and done whether they were positive or negative. I worry. It's just a part … Continue reading Doing the Work to Make Progress
I haven't written for fun in quite a while, including writing and sharing work on here. I have been doing a ton for classes though. I was recently accepted into the Creative Writing program at my school which I'm very excited about! So, that noted, I'm going to try to add this to my list … Continue reading Writing and Working and Working on Writing
My second year at the UW has finally arrived and I could not be happier to be back! I love this school so much, and not only do I have the best on campus job, but I have wonderful friends who are like family, and a beautiful, spacious room to call home this year. I … Continue reading UW Chapter 2
I’ve recently started a new job at my university (which I am writing a post about, but for now I will keep secret!) and I am learning a lot about how to work with all different kinds of people. One of the many reasons I love my school is that it’s incredibly inclusive. No matter … Continue reading Thoughts on Language Habits
Today I am officially nineteen years old! How did I spend my birthday you might ask? Working! Yay! In all seriousness though, it really hasn't felt like my birthday this year. It's just kind of another day, except with cake and a few happy notes. I'm not sad about it, really, it's more of an … Continue reading Adult Birthdays
I remember the darkness of my room at eight in the morning, two days before I turned 16. The gentle taps on the door, the click of the knob opening and then closing, quiet footsteps retreating from my bedroom. I remember walking downstairs at eight-thirty, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and finding … Continue reading Three Years Later: What I Do and Do Not Remember
Never hesitate to tell someone you love them. You never know how quickly something can change, or when the last time you will be able to say “I love you” will be. Don’t leave yourself wondering whether or not you said it when you last spoke. Don’t not say it on your way out the … Continue reading Always tell them you love them.