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September 2015 Posts

Writing My Own Ticket

Writing My Own Ticket

One thing I miss about commuting into Manhattan for work (the only thing I miss, really) is the train ride. Some people have their best thinking/brainstorming moments while walking, in the shower, cleaning up around the house, but for me, it’s “passengering.” Sitting still while in a moving vehicle (nothing to trip over, that way!), staring out the window, watching the world rush by. There’s something about that movement that frees my brain to whirl as rapidly, rushing from concept to concept, connecting thoughts and creating epiphanies as quickly as the window view passes from tree to tree.

This past week, I visited family in Indiana, and—as a starving artist who needs to finish her novel before even having the chance to get paid for the effort—I went the long, less-expensive route of taking a train there: Amtrak’s Lake Shore Limited line that runs from New York City to Chicago. I would be getting off in South Bend, merely 1 1/2 hours from the train’s final stop. The trip length would total 17 hours going, 18 coming back: I would have lots of brainstorming time!

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Wickedly Wonderful

Wickedly Wonderful

This past week, I went to see Wicked on Broadway for my brother’s birthday. It was spectacular, as always: I’ve read the book, know the music by heart, and have seen the Broadway show once before (for my birthday, coincidentally). This time, though, the experience was different. I suddenly saw in Elphaba’s journey that of my main character’s, one of being different and unaccepted by her peers. Elphaba’s storyline hasn’t changed, but suddenly it resonated with me in a whole new depth of feeling, now that I’ve had to put myself in those emotional shoes.

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Castles in the Sky

Castles in the Sky

Fourteen years ago today, our world changed forever. The United States was hit with the most violent terrorist attack that we have yet known, and this was followed by an increasing amount of civilian attacks around the globe. We could no longer pretend that we lived in safety, could no longer embrace idyllic, imaginative childhoods of the past. Our internal worlds became one of fear, of paranoia, of cynicism.

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Dark Clouds and Silver Linings

Dark Clouds and Silver Linings

“When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.”

~Maria, The Sound of Music

At the end of August, a Facebook TimeHop post from three years ago popped into my NewsFeed: a picture of my right foot in a walking boot with the caption, “My rockin’ new style for the next few weeks.” I was struck by two things: an amazement that the event that so drastically changed my life was three whole years ago, and a snarky observation that I was so optimistic then, not yet knowing the hell this injury would put me through.

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