I didn’t post last week. Why, you ask? Well, I was fulfilling a lifelong dream of vacationing in New Orleans. The city met and surpassed my expectations. The food was savory. The drinks were strong. The men were charming (shout out to the waiter who not only got a tip but my number on his receipt). The music filled the streets, soundtracking the city’s laissez faire, hedonistic culture.
Beyond that, I don’t want to intellectualize the experience too much. New Orleans is a “what happens there, stays there” city, along with Miami and Vegas. Continue reading
I couldn’t remember the last time words awed me.
Getting caught in the rapture of phrasing used to be commonplace. Books and magazines I read as a teenager are full of pen marks and highlighted pages where lines and sentences knocked me over. I obsessed over punchy, dense rap lyrics, face scrunched in concentration as my favorite wordsmiths took me away. It was best when it happened in my writing and I’d stare down at the page in proud wonder, thinking “Where did that even come from?!” and thanking whatever god or subconscious talent had called forth such genius. Continue reading
“Hmmm. I should write about that.”
What writer doesn’t have this thought at least twice a day? I have notebooks and Evernote entries full of “Eureka!” moments that sounded genius until I put my fingers on the keyboard and the ideas turned into steaming piles of garbage.
Because sharing is caring and all that jazz, I’m giving you a tour of my Isle of Misfit Posts; things that sounded better as concepts and titles than fully-formed ideas. Continue reading