It’s Saturday, and I’m sitting in front of my computer, writing a blog post. I decided that I need to write here more, to have a presence. So I’m sitting here, trying to find something to say. During the week I write fiction. My non-fiction muscles need a little work, so I’ve set aside time on Saturday for blogging. But right now I’m struggling for a topic. I’m a little out of practice.
Or I just have nothing to say. (more…)Learn More
My first big rejection came when I was 16. I had entered Seventeen magazine’s Cover Model Search. I sent away my professional photos and whatever else they asked for, and then I waited. And waited. I honestly don’t know precisely when it hit me that my face was not going to grace the pages of my favorite monthly, that I was not going to be the proud owner of a brand new Pontiac Fiero, that my modeling aspirations were dead in their tracks, but when it did hit, it hit hard. Gut punch hard. I sobbed (I don’t and never have cried much). (more…)Learn More