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I find that I’m most motivated to write when I’m writing. Come to think of it, I’m also most motivated to run when I’m running. When I’m sitting in my office, I might call myself a very reluctant lap swimmer. But then I march myself over to the pool on my lunch break and strap . . . → Read More: No Motivation Required Back in January, I wrote a post in which I gave myself permission to let things be. “Percolating,” I called it. Well, it took a lot longer than I thought. Letting decisions come to me in an organic, easygoing manner is not my forte. I have too much pent-up energy for that. Trying to “let . . . → Read More: Moving Forward Today marks two years since I started the gut-wrenching, soul-stirring, all-consuming act of writing a memoir. I thought I’d mark the occasion by sharing what I’ve learned along the way. There are many approaches to writing a book, but here’s what worked for me: Learn more about writing Think about marketing Form a team Set . . . → Read More: How I Wrote a Memoir Linnea has a fever for the sixth day straight. We spent a couple of hours at Urgent Care yesterday to learn that it’s a virus. Of course it is. Last night, I rocked her in the glider for longer than usual, pressing her hot cheek into mine and telling her how much I adore her. . . . → Read More: Saturday Morning I really like to write posts about problems that lead to “aha” moments. It’s fantastic when my struggles can be neatly packaged into a narrative that wraps itself up with a tidy little bow. Extra points for self-deprecating humor, of course. But much of the time, life isn’t tidy. Problems linger, emotions fester, and I . . . → Read More: Life Isn’t Tidy Warning: This post is not for the faint of heart! ***** Writing a memoir is a little bit like having a giant welt on your face. Or at least that’s what the universe seems to be trying to tell me. My mission for this weekend—aside from the usual household chores—has been another round of revisions . . . → Read More: Writing a Memoir is Like… My Mom Mom went into labor with me on Mother’s Day of all days. Naturally, I was a stubborn baby, so I didn’t come out until the next day. Still, I imagine it must have been exciting to be laboring for the first time on such a significant day. Who knows? Maybe I’ll follow suit . . . → Read More: What I’m Loving Right Now Now that the weather is warm, I finally got up the nerve to chop off most of my hair on Friday afternoon. As a busy mom, I rely a bit too much on the trusty ponytail. Now I’ll probably be just as lazy, but with clips or a hat. Ah, well—change is good, right? We . . . → Read More: Some Good, Some Bad Sweet and Sour. Dear God, I am craving key lime pie. Please, help me find some. Yesterday, I got my hands on a piece of lemon meringue pie at a cafe in downtown Excelsior, Minn.—a small town on Lake Minnetonka. I went to lunch with my parents, my mother-in-law, and Linnea after a 2nd birthday . . . → Read More: What I’m Loving Right Now What does it say about me that I currently have ten books on my nightstand? Well, I like to read—that’s for sure—and I don’t have enough time to read everything that interests me. I’ve already read some of these books, which points to my ongoing battle with clutter. I also have a tendency to read . . . → Read More: Books on My Nightstand |
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