The folks at Paper-Oh and I have recently crossed paths, and they were kind enough to send over a couple of their notebooks for review. Each of Paper-Oh’s designs come in various styles and sizes, and you can even choose whether you want your journal to be lined or unlined. The best part? While I knew the notebooks were coming, I had no idea what style, color, or design they would each have—and I was pleased when I finally got them. Continue reading “Review: Paper-Oh Circulo & Puro”
When I picked the Potter Style Writer’s Block journal up off the shelf at Barnes & Noble, it was the only one of its kind there. There was no other journal centered around a pun, no other journal that looked like a small piece of wood. I stood there staring at it—wondering if I really needed another journal. And I didn’t. But it was unique to the shelves, and I couldn’t put it back down. Continue reading “Review: Potter Style Writer’s Block Journal”
It’s ten o’clock at night and I’m staring at a screen, staring at the things that I want to write—but nothing’s coming to me because I know there are things that I have to write, and they’re clouding my mind. And on top of all those things are classes, a job, money, food, cleaning, laundry, showering…. The list goes on. It never stops.
Sometimes, though, it’s kind enough to slow down or even pause. Continue reading “When Life Pauses, the Ideas Flow”
I’ve been slacking lately—not in school work or my jobs, but in general enjoyment. I’ve been slacking when it comes to taking care of my mental health, and I’ve been forgetting that my blog even exists. (I know, I know. How could a writer ever forget their blog, right?) It’s been three months since my unintended last post. Continue reading “Taking An Unintended Hiatus”
Over the last two and a half years, one of the most common questions I’ve been asked on campus is, “What exactly to do Pro. Writing majors do?”
Well, I can tell you this: we certainly don’t learn how to stare out the window and write the next Great American Novel. Most of our nights are filled with writer’s block, procrastination, and endless amounts of coffee. At Champlain, a lot of our focus is placed on our futures: where do we see ourselves in five years? What do we really want to do with our lives? Continue reading “I Wanted a Life of ‘Professional Writing’”
To J.R.R. Tolkien,
You had already been dead for 33 years by time I read The Hobbit and immersed myself in Bilbo’s world. I was ten. Continue reading “A Letter to the Dead Author Who Inspired Me to Write”
We’re on the verge of a pivotal election. It’s momentous, and it’s dangerous. Each candidate brings different risks to the table, risks that could change our country entirely in the matter of four years. And, as my first opportunity to vote, I’m not too thrilled. Continue reading “Three Weeks Away From the 2016 Election”
Not once had I been canoeing before. My first time out was an eight mile trip downriver, with a thirty-minute pause on an island to do some writing. There were some bumps along the way, getting caught on rocks and currents—not to mention my friend and I weren’t strong enough to fight back against the wind. Continue reading “Canoeing on the Lamoille River”
I used to read love poems quite often when I was in the early stages of becoming a writer. They’re like the introductory section of a textbook. Simple, yet sweet, using basic literary devices in a way that’s easy to comprehend. It’s what everyone writes first. And that, in and of itself, is the problem. Continue reading ““Happy” Poetry Isn’t as Easy as It Looks”
Trigger warning: rape
The Brock Turner case was a giant mess of victim-blaming and white privilege. The rapist got off on an easy sentence because he was an athlete and the judge thought “jail would be too hard” for him. But now, all the outrage, all the activist statements, have fizzled out of the media. Remember the petition going around to recall Judge Persky? It’s still in existence, and it’s been months since it was started. Continue reading “Why Petitions Aren’t Enough Anymore”
And it feels kind of great. I’ve only got two followers so far, but friends (and people I don’t even know) are sharing my pieces. I feel honored.
The topic I’m writing about is important, and there’s only so much traffic it’ll get after being posted on a blog. The Odyssey publishes to a wider audience. Hopefully as I gain more of a following, more people will start seeing my work. Continue reading “My Second Article is Live”
Writing opportunities don’t come around that often when we’re younger and unpublished. Many of us, myself included, are responsible for tracking down what we want and shoveling our work into the mouths of literary magazine after literary magazine. So what happens when you’re offered an unpaid writing gig that requires one new piece of material each week?
You go for it. Continue reading “When Opportunity Knocks”
By this point in your life, I’m sure you’ve heard people tell you that reading your work out loud is important. Re-read it three times before submitting it. Have someone else read it over; maybe they’ll catch an error you didn’t. As tedious as it all is, there’s an advantage to these suggestions: a solid, well-revised piece of work. But what does that actually look like? Continue reading “Let’s Talk About Revision”
“You should be submitting your work.” “Make a name for yourself.” “If you get rejected, at least you tried.” You’ll hear variations of these statements in any writing course you take. Why? Because it’s important. Not everyone is cut out to be a novelist and not everyone wants to be. Literary magazines are the perfect place for shorter pieces of work (poems, essays, creative non-fiction) and you can find a place for any genre you’re into. But no matter who you are, where you submit to, or what you write, you’re always guaranteed one thing: anxiousness. Continue reading “Submitting to Lit Mags and the Anxiousness That Comes With It”
There’s a store in Downtown Burlington called Spirit Dancer. The entire place is filled with stones and gems and faerie dust and crystals. Walking in, you catch a whiff of lavender coming from the right side of the store. Glass cases by the counter and in the middle of the store have expensive jewelry and $100 quartz crystals locked inside. All the stones and gems are in dishes along the wall, each with their own meaning and price. There are pendants and bracelets, zodiacs and birthstones, cage necklaces and crystal skulls. It’s entrancing, peaceful, and reminds me of my grandmother. Continue reading “Bottled Up Faerie Dust”