PROOF: Forging a Writing Life in Public

Hello, there!

If you’re reading this blog, you may be interested in witnessing the perils and pleasures of writing toward authorship. Well, that’s what I’m here for! This whole thing documents the concentrated effort of storying (WordPress doesn’t like this word, but I DO!) and will include the process toward publication after the blood has dried, along with some other adventures on the way!

Acting on the desire to write for publication is the coolest and hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do for myself. It’s so easy to put off one’s personal aspirations to deal with life’s necessities, and at times, I even forget that I’m allowed to dream. Then, the haze of fatigue rises, I’m clear-headed and spry, and I nudge this Want awake with shaky fingers.

To my surprise, the more often I wake the Want, the more it demands companionship. Forget this hibernation thing. Even cat naps are for suckers. Its preference (and mine) is full awareness, and I’ve got to say, I’m really enjoying the constant coaxing of Something More.

That paragraph makes writing sound all good-fairies-in-a-mossy-wood, but–Real Talk–perseverance is hard, y’all. Self discovery through writing eats all the leftovers from your emotional Tupperware. And we’ll talk about that, too. The good, the bad, and the dirty, dirty dishes.

You ready?




The Trick of It All

Clay and I were walking in the backyard, and we spotted this beauty. I wish mushrooms had a more whimsical name because some of them are really quite magical. But if you say, “Come look at this mushroom!” no one expects to see something gorgeous. Maybe that the trick of it all. I wonder if the namer thought the surprise of the sight was worth the sound of the title.


Immigrant Children Don’t Deserve This

I don’t normally talk about politics and legislation here. I like to consider this a “clean” space. But today, I am broken.

This issue breaks me.

Separating children from their parents is not the answer, nor is it right. In fact, it’s so far past wrong, there’s no word for the moral ineptitude that is this situation.

Who are we? What have we become? The identity of this country and its citizens is under attack. It’s been changing for a while now. Can you feel it? The tension quietly layering our skin like tar?  It’s the actions we take today, this moment, that will inevitably answer this question: Who do we WANT to be?

I don’t care about political parties and games. I don’t care which way your pendulum swings. I care about the innocent children and their lives being destroyed in the name of Policy.

This is a MORAL issue, and our administration got this wrong wrong wrong.

I’m spreading the word and looking for MY Senators names on actions AGAINST this. I’m praying for the children and the parents alike. As much as these children don’t deserve to be taken from their parents, these parents should not have to go through the torture of having their children taken from them.

Because that’s what this is–unmitigated, undeserved torture.

And what will this gain?… I take this question back. Even if it profited something as keenly sought after as world peace, this cost is too great.


Reposted from Melanie Tanner Parish:

“There are around 2,000 kids going to sleep tonight in repurposed warehouses, shelters, and now *tent camps in Texas summer weather* because the Trump administration decided to punish their parents and their children for 1) a misdemeanor – illegal border crossings, 2) seeking asylum, which is NOT ILLEGAL. Plans for reunification are disorganized at best, and parents have been and are being deported without their children.

“The Trump administration has been rightly criticized from both the right and left and various professional and religious organizations, etc. They’re holding firm. They really think they’re on the right side of history on this one.

“I don’t much care about what your stance on immigration is, THIS is morally wrong. There’s an 8 month old staying in an old Wal-Mart and no one can tell us if someone is coming to him at night when he cries. He skypes with his parents once or twice a week. He was taken from his father when he was four months old.…

“Or consider the 2 year old who was sobbing uncontrollably in another facility in Texas. Workers are not allowed to hold her. I have a two year old. This would crush his soul, as it would any child’s.…/america-is-better-than-t…/…

“And if you’ve ever met my seven year old, try to imagine how she would do in this situation. Answer: NOT WELL. No kid would do well. Even teenagers would understandably struggle.

“This is child abuse. These children do not deserve this. The parents don’t deserve this. This trauma is going to follow them for the rest of their lives.

“There but for the grace of God, go I. You and I sleep in our warm beds, in our safe houses, in our relatively safe communities, not having to worry about fleeing violence and oppression and remember – that is 100% luck and circumstance.

If you want to do something:…/child-separation-immigration-chari…/…

or contact your senators/representatives:…/contact_informati…/senators_cfm.cfm


Merci Monday: The Good Parts of Humanity

Late last night, around 10 pm, Brianna was in the process of helping someone jump off her car when I was walking to my car. I went to crank my own, and my battery was also dead. The other lady’s car was difficult to fix and Brianna called her husband to come help. I also called my husband because I didn’t want to assume that someone would help me, too.

While we waited, Brianna told me the story of how the other lady, who was deaf, flagged her down for help and–in spite of the late hour, her aching feet, her other daughter in the car, and other justifiable reasons–Breanna stayed for as long as it took to see us all off safely.

Yesterday was a hard day for more than one reason, but un-sarcastically (I feel like I have to point this out because sarcastic is my natural state of being), having my battery die in the Wal-Mart parking lot was the best part of it. I got to see the good parts of humanity in action from everyone involved; I got to check myself as I was humbled by this whole thing, and I got to laugh with two women who I came to truly admire after standing an hour and a half with them in a parking lot.

They are all the good parts of humanity. I’m happy to have met them.

Merci Monday 9

Flower Swords and Butterflies

This plant has doubled in size since this time last summer!

I call it a butterfly plant because the butterflies really like to hang around it. The kids love the color and the way the tiny blooms cluster together to make flower swords. Husband calls the bush by its Christian name, which I can’t dredge up from my mental well at the moment. Either way, it’s beautiful and looking at it makes me happy, so I’m sharing it with you lovely folks!

Happy Wednesday!

Wild Hair and Water Horses: Swoon-Worthy Reads

Cover Crush

Confession: In real life, I’ve always wanted to be more carefree than I actually am. This urge stirred when I saw the cover for Tarryn Fisher’s ATHEISTS WHO KNEEL AND PRAY. (This book is not about atheism.) I immediately wanted to be the girl on the cover. She’s so wild and beautiful and free-looking, and she might just be in the middle of a ritualistic dance. Just put a bonfire in the background…You see it?


I want in on it all. Come to find out, the book is about a must. And let’s just be honest, if we haven’t already been someone’s muse, don’t we want to? For me, that’s a big YES. 

True Love

I accidentally started reading SCORPIO RACES by Maggie Stiefvater  last week. There was this giveaway (I didn’t win.), see, and it included a quote that you liked from the book, so I started looking for my favorite one, and here I am 3/4 the way through the story again. This book captures me. It gets all the sizzling lightning bolts. 


Are you reading something worth sharing? I’d love to put a few of your tried-and-true stories on my TBR! 😍

Handmade Writer-Themed Gifts: Yes, I Craft!

I adore crafting and wanted to show y’all a few writing-themed presents I made for a friend!


One is an actual writer’s block. (Gosh, I love a pun.)
The other is something I made up. I wanted a positive spin on writer’s block because, honestly, the idea of not writing is sad to me.
So, to counter it, I made a thinking cube!
There are concave buttons on two sides to fit her thumb and forefinger, and she can rotate it while she’s thinking grand things!
And there’s this adorable ink jar…
Do you make things other than gorgeous stories? I’d love to hear about your projects!