Posts Tagged ‘Bipolar’

My father is fond of saying that there is the business of life and the passion life: not everyone is good at both of them.  Lately, I have been trying to market my memoir.  I’ve been scouring through essays and blogs that offer advice and tips and tricks for interesting agents.  No matter how much […]

I’m standing on a soapbox because I’m angry. I’ve seen it over and over: a mother trying to get help for her mental health issues while family members punish her like she’s less-than, selfish, or unfit. Instead of working with them, they take away their kids, which only make matters worse. Being fit means getting […]

The truth is, when I started this blog I had no idea what I was doing.  I was trying to build an online presence, whatever that was.  At first, I trolled other blogs to see what they were doing.  I tried following people to get more followers. But the more people I followed, the less […]

I’m listening to Pet Sounds again.  Last summer, that signaled I was in a madly, creative, manic phase. I’d put it on repeat, listen to it until three in the morning.  My neighbors, at first, called it charming.  By early fall, they called it annoying. I’m listening to the Beach Boys again, trying to recreate […]

I look at Mr. Trucker and smile really big and beg in my sweetest, most desperate voice. “Please…we need the ride.” We had been sitting at that damn truck stop drinking the same oily cup of coffee for hours.  The cranky waitress smelled of Aqua Net and cigarettes and was suspicious of us from the […]

Yea, because I always hang out and smoke with fuzzy, woodland animals.  Always.



I got my first personal rejection letter from an agent the other day.  It said, “You write well” but she didn’t connect with my work as she had “hoped.” I’ve read it about fifty times, trying to analyze and pick apart the words, the tone.  Does she mean I write WELL? What did she hope? […]