At the age of seven, I began to write my first illustrated stories. They were mysteries starring three detective horses, accompanied by smatterings of grammatical errors and scribbled drawings. I was immensely proud of my work, gathering my family together about once a week to present a reading.… Continue reading
Tag: writing
It’s the week between the end of my academic career and the beginning of my new job. My prior sense of structure has dissolved; I’m left wandering aimlessly through summer afternoon after summer afternoon, relishing sunlit strolls and afternoon cups of peach tea while also fending off the urgent desire to do something more substantive.… Continue reading
I’ve just recently cast off the shackles of the fall 2020 semester, and I’m now free to sleep in and hopefully blog a bit more. For me, the process of slogging through finals concluded just a day or two ago when I submitted a project that had been simultaneously tormenting me and enriching my intellect for months: my Senior Essay on the influences of the 1918 flu pandemic on J.R.R.… Continue reading
Ah, the joys and perils of trying to fit an entire prose piece AND an art piece on a single sheet of paper! By the time I completed my Broadside, I had made tiny, 1/8 inch shifts of text and art so much that I was on the brink of yelling at my computer.… Continue reading
