An Announcement!

Hello, friends!  I hope your November is going well, and that if you’re doing NaNoWriMo, that you’re having a blast getting lost in your story.

However, today, I have an important announcement that’s not related to NaNo.

Drum-roll, please.

*ahem*

I have a new blog!  Which means that this blog, this website… it’s over.

I know, I know.  You’re all sobbing.

everything's got to end

 

It’s okay, guys!  I’ll still be running basically the same blog, just with a new name and a new look.  But same old me.

cross my hearts

 

So where can you find me now?  Glad you asked.  My new website is short and sweet.

acollegewriter.wordpress.com

It’s up-and-running, so head on over and give it a look.  And if you still want to be updated on when I post, hit the Follow button on that site.  (Thanks in advance.)

If you’re wondering why the website change, I give some pretty good reasons over on that blog.  Go check it out.  Basically, I’m ready for a change.  Reasons explained over there.

10 Oh I'm ready

 

Finally, if you’re wondering how I’m doing with NaNoWriMo… that’s also explained over there.  What are you doing still on this website?  The party’s over there now!

Thanks to everyone who’s made my journey on this site amazing.  I hope to see all of you over on the new site.

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The Magic Hourglass: The Writer’s Quest

I don’t usually reblog posts, but this one really hit me, and I’ve been thinking about it all week. Definitely worth a read.

Lilaia Moreli - Words Are Sacred

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The glass has been shattered, and the sand has run out. So, fellow writers, hear me out. Stop looking for the bauble that will make time flow within your palm like a river. It doesn’t exist. It never has.

”How do I find time for my writing?” people ask. ”You don’t find it,” I reply. ”You make it, for nobody will give it to you.” Not the most satisfactory answer, I suppose. But true nonetheless. When there’s a will, there’s a way. Family, friends, job, duties, they all swallow up big chunks from our life. In the end, we feel drained, our body devoid of energy, our mind languid.

But I wonder frequently. Do we use that as a shield? A convenient excuse so as not to come face to face with the fears and insecurities we experience regarding our craft? After all, it’s a safe route to walk…

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