Here we are, at the start of another November. We're fast approaching the fifth anniversary of this blog (what?) and I'm in a weird place. I've said it before: writing a book in seven weeks really killed my creativity and drive to write about anything.
For someone who fought hard to call herself a writer -- it took me two whole years of blogging and freelancing to do so -- it's tough to be at this point. This difficulty is compounded by the fact that writing is now my profession, and making a living off your words is tough when you can't come up with something to write about in the first place.
So, I'm starting out this month tentatively, with little plan for what I'll be writing or where I'm going from here. Have questions for my bartender/math tutor/writer self? Send 'em my way -- they may even end up as topics this month.
Catch me at Homewood Public Library this Friday for a class on modernist authors and their drinking habits! If you can't make it, check out my $20, nine video course on how to make whiskey your cocktail party superpower.