Streetlight Musings

Decided to start a blog dedicated to my writing. I've written a lot over the last six years and I know I have a lot of work to do, but I figured this might be a great outlet. I would also love it if you could fill my ASK with book recommendations, writing exercises or anything related to writing and reading. Challenge me.


The best advice I can give to any writer is to

  • force yourself to write every day, no matter how little
  • take personality tests (e.g., MBTI) for each character
  • recreate your characters on Doll Divine
  • talk through plots and characters while commuting to work/school
  • constantly reread what you have written

(via simplewritingtips)


I stumbled upon a tumblr today that helps writers accurately represent characters with racial / nationalistic / religious / sexual orientation (and so on) differences than their own.

The site allows you to submit your own experiences and/or get into contact with others that have in order to enhance the depiction of characters in your creative writing.

What a great idea!

Diversity Cross Check

(via scratborg)

Route 52

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.


It’s probably the drive. I took the same route back and forth to work everyday when we were dating two years ago.

I guess dating isn’t the right word. You never wanted to call me your girlfriend. I never met any of your friends.

But what is it really? What was it? When you looked me in the eye and said, “You’re the only thing in the world I don’t hate right now.”

How could I not have felt at least a little special?



That number follows me everywhere.
Not that I mind.
I mean if it’s going to be any number it should at least be that one.
If only it weren’t connected to the person who introduced me to Douglas Adams.
If only that person wanted anything to do with me.
It’s a comfort and a curse.
Is this the universe’s way of telling me it’s not over?
Or my way of convincing myself that some cosmic force has anything to do with the way he feels about me.