all her veins go down into this paper
can you choose what you write about?
stuck in the mud
and some wise words from others to help with dislodging
who gave you permission?
The small, scattered moments that allowed me to keep moving forward
what if I gave writing a chance?
reflections on a question I never stop asking
your work is for someone
what writing fanfic in elementary school taught me about audiences
green like an old coke bottle
how to cope (if we can even call it that) with professional jealousy
neither ice nor mud nor winter light
on making friends as a writer
writing, fast and slow
for anyone who has thought "I'm a slow writer!" but also binge-writes
the trick is that there is no trick
or, how i finally understood what it means to write a zero draft
Then I went upstairs, and read to the angel
in praise of Sofia Samatar