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Here’s the thing: When do you get to see someone’s pure passion — their desire to not only survive and to live, but to thrive, to be incredible, to be ultimately as human as can be — expressed physically? Expressed with their bodies, their movement, the energy they bring with them? The show So You Think…
A friend recently told me he’s thinking of quitting his day job and becoming a children’s book writer & illustrator. After I told him he should definitely not do that and asked whether he had completely lost his mind, he was still determined. Incredible, right? No, actually, I didn’t tell him that. I thought about…
At the end of September, I travelled to Victoria, British Columbia, to attend a workshop taught by Nick Bantock. Nick is a multimedia artist and writer who is most well-known for his epistolary series Griffin and Sabine, a mysterious, cryptic story told in the form of letters and postcards exchanged between a man and a…
So you wanna be an artist. You want to be a creator. You really, really just want to spend your time making things. But you need some time to get good. You need to work on your craft. You need to practice and practice and practice some more. You can’t make much (or any) money…
I went to the Objectivist Summer Conference in June. (For Spunky Misfit Girl newbies, those not in the know, still catching up, etc., etc., Objectivism is the philosophy of Ayn Rand, and I’ve been an Objectivist since I was 17. Never been to a conference, though. Until now.) After the conference, one of the young…
Waaaay back when I was young, it was rather fashionable to read various paper products, including ones that were mailed on a monthly basis. These now-alien pieces of reading material were called magazines. (I hear there are a few that still exist somewhere in a galaxy far, far away.) As a young writer, I spent…
When people ask for your help, and tell you it means something to them, that’s one thing. But sometimes you come to these moments where you feel like you’re trying too hard to be big and loud and seen, and you just want to quieten (yes, quieten) and be away for a while. To make…
I never thought I would want to write on this topic, because it isn’t one I’ve struggled with personally. I’ve known I wanted to be a writer since I was 12, and that’s been the thing that gets me out of bed every day (although some days quite a bit later than others …). But…
I am often accused of being happy. “You’re the most consistently happy person I know,” commented one friend on a smiling winter photo of me. “Depression usually follows a layoff … but you’re special,” said another when the magazine I had worked at for 7 years folded. It’s true. I am incredibly, ridiculously, genuinely happy,…