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”
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”
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”
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”
Hey all you lovely people! I need a bit of help. With the end of the semester fast-approaching, it’s time to start finalizing and editing pieces for my non-fiction portfolio. This is where you come in. I’d love it if you guys could vote on which of the following excerpts are your favorite. This will help me figure out what sections can stay and what sections need a bit of work. Continue reading “A Writing Poll”
At some point in your writing career, someone somewhere will suggest you submit to literary magazines. You might tell them, “Oh, I’ve got no need for it. I just want to be an author and sit in a cabin by a fireplace and write novels all day.” But you’d be wrong.
Continue reading “Rejection is Part of the Game”
I wrote a poem in honor of the late novelist Harper Lee. News of her passing came to me earlier today, leading me to pay tribute to one of my favorite authors and inspirations in the only way I know how. Continue reading “A Tribute to an Inspiration”
The answer is simple: you write them a life–not as the background in the story (although, you can include some of it if you want), but as something for you to reference. It’s true that you can have an idea in mind for your character’s personality and actions and start from there, but without knowing who your character actually is, you will have a hard time giving them any sort of depth. Continue reading “But How Can I Get to Know Them if They’re a Character in a Story?”
I’ve got this one friend who seems to control the weather. It’s kind of peculiar–I’ve heard stuff like this happening in fairytales: when a princess cries, it rains. For the year and a half that she’s been in my life, the weather always seems to do something crazy when she cries. I don’t know if it’s because she’s the embodiment of innocence and the sky can feel her emotions and tries to sympathize or if it’s always some weird coincidence. Either way, it’s raining in Burlington today. And she’s been crying all morning. Continue reading “It’s Raining Again and She’s Sad”