Have you ever done NaNoWriMo? Are you doing it this year? I'm seriously thinking about it for the first time in my writing life. This morning I've read Zoe Lea's blogpost about it and it got me thinking. Is this the way for me to write my vomit draft? I have a problem with it, … Continue reading NaNoWriMo – the way to my vomit draft?
Not writing, not blogging, not being who I want to be, again. I wish I could say that life gets in the way, but it's not that. I think that the only thing that gets in the way is myself. I've written about it in my newsletter yesterday and the more I think about it, … Continue reading Getting back to writing
When I saw that Cathy Rentzenbrink has written a book about memoir writing I immediately knew I had to read it. As I couldn't wait till January, I asked Bluebird for a proof copy and they kindly sent me (digital) one. And I'm so glad they did! I was hoping that this book will help … Continue reading Write It All Down
While nature is slowing down, preparing itself for the cold months, my head is spinning. There's so much I want to do before the end of this year, there's so much I want to write. I just don't know where to begin. Today marks 100 days till the end of the year. So many days … Continue reading A new season
Life was kicking me lately and my first reaction was to curl up, make myself small and let it kick me. I even considered giving up on my dreams, on all the things I want for myself. But this morning I felt I can’t be like this anymore and that’s it’s time I started kicking … Continue reading Not giving up
I've lost my way with Instagram again. My relationship with this app is troubled, it happened in the last year. Before that it was always pure love on my side. Instagram was perfect for me, I loved being there and sharing my thoughts, bits and pieces from my life. Until I started listening to all … Continue reading What I really want
This year I was supposed to fill a notebook after a notebook. I was supposed to write everything down, make the pages thick with ink. It's august an my journal isn't even half full. Other notebooks have more blank pages than the ones written on too. Why is it so difficult for me to write … Continue reading On notebooks, again
While writing this book of mine, something felt not right. First I thought it was the language I was writing it in, so I started writing in another one (being multilingual can be a blessing and a curse), but it still felt off. I’ve spent a couple of days away from it and yesterday I … Continue reading Trusting my own idea