My creative writing journals have a gap between 1998 and June of 2000. For the life of me, I don't know why I didn't have a notebook full of various ramblings and ideas for fiction, especially since I know I was writing quite a bit. 1998-1999 was my senior year of college, so I was …

Continue reading Personal Archaeology 33: Adrift and Inane

Sometime during my senior year of high schoo, I decided that I wanted to bea writer. That's com ewith its problems and roadblocks over the years, many of which are self-inflicted, but I was a determined teenager with enough of an ego to believe that my voice was going to be the next big thing. …

Continue reading Personal Archaeology 32: Creative Writing, The College Years

The box had been sitting in my office closet for years. And even years before that, it was in our previous house and apartments. Like a number of other things, it just moved with me and was forgotten. But unlike the piles of senior year mementos and old letters and cards that I found easy …

Continue reading Personal Archaeology 31: Love and Heartbreak in Creative Writing Class

If you have been reading the blog long enough, you know that I have done a good amount of journaling in my life. You probably also know--or at least guessed--that I have a writer's notebook that I keep with me or near me. I write a lot of drafts in longhand because it helps me …

Continue reading Personal Archaeology 30: Notebooks Upon Notebooks Upon Notebooks