I spent countless more hours running outside alone or with my best friends, digging literal holes, pretending with leaves and berries to craft pretend potions, or just climbing any tree I could reasonably scale. And it struck me that my kids have been raised in an entirely different environment.
Going somewhat "off grid" for the last two months has made me really slow down and wrestle with my imposter demon. I realized that it's okay if I still haven't figured out the "business" of writing after a decade of paddling through this crazy market. What I'm best at is this. I'll never post a viral TikTok or Instagram and I don't think I really want to. I would rather write books, and write about books, and sometimes share something true and genuine with you.
We can't control every variable in our lives, no matter how much we plot and plan. And if you're like me, and prone to both fits of melancholy as well as fits of joy for the beauty in this world, the ups and downs are just a part of the life package.
Hello and welcome back to the blog (no one reads?), where I occasionally rant and talk about writing and life. Or more accurately, how I continue to make my way in the bookish world the hard way 😉
Hello friends, and welcome back to the blog that just won't quit - thirteen (thirteen???) years later. Yes, in the face of more popular social platforms such as TikTok, Instagram, and Substack (probably ten others I'm too old to know about) — I am stubbornly plodding along.
It's still May 2025 and I'm frankly baffled that I have actual writing and publishing news to share with all of you today. After such a long hiatus where writing was a struggle, and words came out in trickles, I am now beyond stoked to report the floodgates have opened, y'all. Hallellujah and all that jazz!
It's May 2025 and I'm doing my best to run back up that hill after a year of struggling to stay afloat. I won't bore you with too many pesky details, explanations, or excuses. I moved into a house about this time last year, and it's taken me a solid year to grow accustomed to the new "life as I know it."
So I thought I'd share something about Vynasha and the recent writing process/progress. I've been working through revisions, as you all know, but have still felt something missing. My husband went out of town for a few days recently and I was kind of excited. I'd get the computer all to myself and envisioned blissful... Continue Reading →
"It had been so long since she cared enough to think of her future and love meant nothing to her. Love meant losing the ones dearest to her heart and the pain of missing them afterward. Loving someone was like passing on a death sentence and she had not allowed herself to grow close to... Continue Reading →
Never would have guessed a year ago in my singleness that a year later I'd spend this day watching The Notebook in an old theater with my own Noah. To all you single gals who never thought it would happen and still don't believe. Here is living proof. 🙂 Love you all!
Jennifer Silverwood 