I love writing, and yet I have been absent from the task for a couple of months. Honestly, I feel like I am in a cavernous creative rut these days. I think it’s just because I have been so busy. So many things have been going on. My husband started
Click my buttons Like my post Do you know I wait for it? Electrifying notification Like that night long ago Do you remember? Flush with anticipation Three seats down Separated by new loves Our eyes meet From that place you were looking That grin threatens to spark the flash pan
I meander around the empty house, confined by the vows of my life sentence. I eat, but I am still hungry. I sleep, but I am still tired. The emptiness cloaks me like the familiarity of a favorite blanket. As I pass through the hallway to retrieve more wine from
When you are self-employed, you have a lot of freedom with how to get your work done. I love starting my day reading; it’s an excellent way to wake up my brain (while not talking to anyone). But other than that, I have no particular routine for completing my work.
I didn’t set out to be a copywriter or a ghostwriter. I actually had set my sights on public policy analysis for the federal government. Housing and Urban Development, specifically. However, when 45 took office, he froze federal hiring, and that effectively shut me out of a special qualification period
Creatives, artists, freelancers – stop what you are doing right now and hear me say this: Whether it is the written word, graphic design, editing, photography, video, etc., you are providing art. You are providing a skill. You are providing a craft – likely one that has taken years to
I have been stuck in a serious rut with my writing lately. I love my daily activity of starting my day reading, but other than that I have no particular routine for completing my work. So I decided to research the routines of famous writers in an effort to shake
I kept your letters, so I could keep a piece of you. A door left open, symmetry in motion. In a time and place, many worlds apart. -BLH
This is a passage from the book I am ghostwriting about a grandmother’s look back on her life. The book is a collection of vignettes that give us insight into the forces that shaped her life. The following excerpt details one of her favorite jobs – working in a dress
