It’s now the beginning of November and I’ve just finished taking an awesome writing class. I haven’t written on this blog lately because I’ve been busy getting down the first draft of my novel, but I wanted to share some updates on what I learned in this class.
Recently, I asked one of my writing buddies how she is able to find so much time to write. That’s something I’ve struggled with lately. I’ve felt guilty about it because this is the time of my life when I have no responsibilities other than myself. If I can’t find an hour or so to write now, when I’m twenty-seven, living alone, without even a goldfish to take care of, then how will I be able to write when I’m, say, forty years old, potentially with a family and real responsibilities?
In my foray into dating apps, I’ve noticed some troubling trends in people’s dating résumés or calling cards. On most platforms, at least the free phone apps, you only have a certain character limit (about the length of two tweets) to present yourself in the best possible light to a pool of potential suitors.
One way to automatically feel better when things are going less than optimally, or not as planned, is practicing gratitude. Basically, listing or thinking about things that you’re grateful for serves as an exercise in flipping your perspective to focus on the good.
Back in April, I wrote a blog post about gray area drinking, drinking that isn’t ‘troubling’ or dangerous by official standards, but that can nonetheless have negative impacts on individuals. To revisit that, I’m talking today about my experience this past month not drinking.
It’s a personal question that might involve many factors. Are dating apps and the people you meet through them fun and interesting? Do apps fit your lifestyle better than meeting people out in public? What are you looking for on these apps?
I wondered – what qualifies as “gray area drinking”? More appropriately, since the gray area is difficult to measure or define, what type of experiences would be considered “gray area drinking” experiences? What does that look like?
2017 was a great year in many ways. Like any long-term relationship (with a job, friend, pet, or significant other), my ride with 2017 was one with its highs and lows, its moments of success and growth, and its opportunities for improvement. What more could I ask for from my journey with this past year?
Here’s what gave me direction this week. Arts and culture at the DuPont Underground, new books and podcasts, and inspiration from one of my favorite authors.
As I sat outside at a café in my neighborhood working on some short stories this Sunday afternoon, I felt overwhelmed by the feedback from friends and writing peers that I was trying to process, and use to improve my stories.