In Stephen King’s memoir On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, he reveals that he continually got rejected before breaking through and finding fame and success. When he’d write to a publishing company, they’d mail him back a physical rejection. King would then swiftly hang the letters on the wall.

“By the time I was fourteen the nail in my wall would no longer support the weight of the rejection slips impaled upon it. I replaced the nail with a spike and went on writing.” — Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

When an email came in…

Coffee, work, workout, chores, maybe get to watch a show before passing out. That’s the schedule of our relationship. My boyfriend and I have been together for the large part of two years and my relationship with him has been my longest and most adult commitment to date.

I used to be a serial dater, though. I loved the LA lifestyle, and the LA lifestyle loved me. It kept me ebbing on the fringe of real emotions and responsibilities. …

These days, I’ve been struggling to feel fully inspired by my writing. I’m chugging away at a novel, I’m in a holding pattern, and more than that, I’m living in a New York shared stay where I’m lucky to get two hours of uninterrupted writing time a day.

Being the artist I want to be is often half the battle. That being said, even in the most transient living situations, inspiration can be found.

Get Outside

Just soaking in the outside world is a huge dopamine rush. Usually getting outside goes hand-in-hand with exercise, whether it’s a brisk walk or a bike…

My favorite day of the week used to be Monday night. I’d leave a crowded LA coffee shop, put the finishing touches on some pages, cross town with a bottle of wine and cheese puffs in hand, and join my group of four fabulous lady writers. We’d drink wine, snack, and share our work. We supported each other through the trials of our careers and swapped valuable industry information and insight.

In the pandemic, I lost my Monday group, my roommates, my film crew, my creative company and our frequent open mics, my football party group, and the countless families…

This pandemic has many of us uprooted. Whether you’re staying with your Great Aunt Zelda in Fort Lauderdale, spending time with your uptight sister and her exuberant kids, or living in central Ohio (like us!), “home” is taking on a completely new meaning these days.

I moved out to LA and proclaimed my independence at the ripe old age of 19, where my boyfriend left Italy and hasn’t been back for more than a couple of weeks since he left. We’re Los Angelinos, doers, movers and shakers, sprinting through life with few breaks. …

Travel. Travel Tips.

I haven’t slept in my own bed for a solid year. Most of my earthly possessions are stuffed into a storage unit in the middle of Los Angeles. I am also a medium-maintenance former actor with goals to look like I’m wearing something other than pajamas. It’s going…OK!

I can live while traveling and be relatively okay. Do I miss my desk, my reference books, and having some fashion options? YES!

But I used to think traveling was reserved for vacation. Or staying in one place, buying stuff, and LIVING abroad. Never before did I think I could live in…

Walking around my mom’s snowy Ohio neighborhood yesterday, the soothing voice of Elizabeth Gilbert reading her groundbreaking, life-making novel Eat, Pray, Love sang in my ears. She was telling the story of her horrendous divorce.

Liz had made money as a novelist for over a decade. She owned a home and a Manhattan apartment. But there she was, offering to give it all up, just to rid herself of the hateful proceedings of divorce and her husband. I was shook.

Monetary success as a writer and being able to afford property are among my wildest dreams. My life goals. …

After a 2 hour drive to Milan, 8 hour flight to LaGuardia, and a 9 hour drive to Columbus, I was finally at my mom’s house, a place that I associate with two things: comfort and vacation.

I say comfort, and I mean the mental comfort that comes with spending time with family. In reality, my boyfriend and I have been curling up every night in my childhood bed, surrounded by my middle school book collection and a series of plush pillows from Limited Too!.

I still have a lot of work to do technically…but since I’ve arrived, I’ve cozily…