Words carry thewater of your soul.
Spoken out of your deepest self, they soak
the page, the air, the ears
of those you love, and show us who you are in a bazillion different colours and lines.
Words carry the water of your soul.
Spoken out of your deepest self, they soak
the page, the air, the ears
of those you love, and show us who you are in a bazillion different colours and lines.
That’s what my words have done since I was in the third grade — shown the world who I am. Whether it was essays in English class to starting my own greeting card company, cutting my copy teeth in advertising to penning a 50,000-word memoir as a ghostwriter, wandering through two dozen countries to living in and out of sunny Los Angeles, I’ve swung through the years by way of my words. Now, with my first book out and a class on how to write your own my soul continues to soak the page in a bazillion different ways.
Keep on scrolling to hear about them all.
A nomadic memoir served up in snackables.
In a collection of nearly 300 vignettes, “Waves Come in Sets: On Life, Travel and the People We Meet In Between” is the flapping open of an honest journal, a fly-on-the-wall angle of meet-cute’s, a taste of foreign feelings and the lands that came with them. It’s the abrupt consideration of what life really is if we would only pay attention.
How to Write a Book: The Philosophical and Practical Checklist You Need to Get Your Work Out Into the World.
For any of you writer’s out there that want to do as I’ve done, this is the perfect accompaniment to my book. It’s the wisdom archives, full-blown truth and complete backstage pass to everything that led up to it, was put into it and has come out of it.
But penning them can be a lot tougher than it sounds.
You know this as well as I do. The constant struggle to be known comes with hazards and frailty as we try to find the right words, the best words, the most apt descriptions and series of sentences to say exactly what we mean. It’s not easy. The only solace I can give you is that everyone’s trying for it. Without exception, everyone’s hauling buckets to get the water up and out of their soul.
Rotating Plates.
Offerings not always around,
so get ‘em while they’re here.
To do it, to actually
Get in the water and speak from out of treasures broken open and real, anything uncovered and bare. Yell it up your throat if you need to, but just make sure what’s true in you finds its way out of your mouth.
Come for the writing. Stay for the Subsnacks.
Substack is pretty much a throwback to blogging days, but with a subscription model tacked on. It’s a way for writers to broadcast quick blips and long-form trips in one place with an honouring trade between author and reader. Mine is just like my book — snackable vignettes on life lately — and if that’s what you’re into, I’ll see you there.
That about does as far as things I need to say.
Thank you for being here, for reading this far,
for being in my life in whatever capacity you are
because, geez louise, it’s so special to be here and
to be with you.
We’re all dying to hear it.We’re all dying to hear it.We’re all dying to hear it.We’re all dying to hear it.We’re all dying to hear it.
As a copywriter, my whole job is to help bring your soul to the surface and get the word out so the people who need you can find you. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’re in the right place.