the breath to my life

I’m in the midst of a slump on writing. I’ve got a few things I’m working on, including a multi-chapter that I’m excited about, but I’m having trouble actually putting pen to paper, so to speak.

So, instead, I find myself reading because more than half the time, it’s other people’s writing that really gets me inspired. I write because I read. I read things I enjoy and want to contribute back. I read things that drive me nuts and I want to ‘fix’ what drove me nuts. I read things - lines, paragraphs, setting descriptions - and whole separate little worlds pop up in my head and I want to breathe life into them. I dissect lines and paragraphs I enjoy and try to figure out what it is about it that I love and how can I adapt that when I write.

And right now my head is full of inspiration, but the words don’t seem to come.

I’m trying to figure out how to fix that, figure out how to establish a routine or rhythm to create a space where the words can flow. Or, at the very least, how to incentivize myself to write while at the same time not treating writing as a chore.

I think I might try blogging a bit about the process, to prod myself along. I haven’t figured out exactly what form this will take. A friend who is a writer was telling me about how she uses that to motivate herself - posting snippets, talking about what has her excited or where she’s stuck, sharing pinterest mood boards. I may take this idea from her, if you’ll indulge me as I do.

In the meantime, if you’ve gotten this far, tell me about your writing routines. How and when do you carve out time and space? How do you keep yourself motivated? How much do you share with others as you write? What do you keep to yourself?

I had the sudden urge to draw them in Elie Saab dresses (x) (x) and I JUST—-

why do they look so good they’re illegal


The only look that matters