As usual, I promise I'll blog about something and then I forget to do it for weeks. SO here is my report on the New England Young Writer's Conference, finally typed up and out of my head ( Read more... )

So, last year I had a really bad period of about six months where every night I would have hyper-realistic, absolutely terrifying nightmares. Every single night. For six months. And then one day, they stopped! I could sleep peacefully. Everything was great. Except ( Read more... )

Why is it that when you spend a lot of time thinking about something, dreaming about it, hoping it'll happen, you're so excited? When it's just a far of imaginary vision, a daydream of what could happen. Everything seems so idyllic then. You pretend you aren't thinking about it, stealing little glances at him from down the table ( Read more... )