Month: August 2016

When you look up “Whoa” in the dictionary it lists the word as something you say to a horse to get it to slow down. Now, I feel like it’s more of an exclamation of excitement. I’m feeling both feelings right now. It’s been a big couple of weeks (and maybe months if I’m being honest with myself). Starting a new job teaching creative writing to kids. Dealing with the transition out of grad school. My grandmother dying – and having to set my writing aside for a few weeks to try and give myself the space to handle that. Going to summer camp for the first time since 1998 (which I’m going to try to write about sometime this week, because it was so funny). Continue reading “Whoa Whoa Whoa” →

Hi friends. I know I’ve been a little MIA from the blog and, unfortunately, that’s going to continue for at least another week. Because I’m going to summer camp. Last time I went to camp it was 1998 and my mom had to come and pick me up because I got so homesick. But this time, I’m going to be a writing instructor. Sleeping in a cabin with tween girls, swimming in a lake, the whole works. I’m excited, but way way more nervous than I expected. I mean, what if no one wants to sit next to me on the staff bus tomorrow morning?

Before I go, I really want to thank everyone for their kind messages after I wrote about my grandmother’s death last week. It’s by far my most popular blog post of the year, which Nana would have loved and writing it was a very important part of my grieving process.

Okay, time to get back to packing. The real question is how many books do you bring to creative writing camp?