Writer. Photographer. Child of God
It started with the flu then turned into a cold then became vomiting three days before I could miss my period. We took the first test five days early. It was negative. I cried. Then it was the day my period was due and I'm fudging my way through my French final in the seat closest... Continue Reading →
I'm not accustomed to this level of praise from anyone but my husband. My professor is holding out my short story to the rest of the class, my √++ a loud red against the white paper. It's screaming, "loved it" almost literally, because that's what he's written next to my grade. "Look at the format. This is... Continue Reading →
Some people get cranky when they’re tired. Some when they’re stressed. Some when they’re hungry or sick or when they’ve been cooped up inside from a snowstorm. Me? I get cranky for all of the above reasons, but this particular night was the second day in a row that I was cranky from studying for... Continue Reading →
Since starting school, I've had little time to work on my personal writing (or breathe either, when it comes down to it), but my characters and novels are never far from my thoughts. I miss them. I've spent the last three years pouring my life into them and it feels like someone viciously stripped me of... Continue Reading →
I scare a little too easily to take much of a shine to the horror genre, but in the past months I've been experiencing a severe emotional shakeup that reaches back to the roots of my childhood. All the raw and repressed pain and anger I'm dredging up has been attacking me in my sleep, filling... Continue Reading →
Reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman is an extremely emotional experience for me. Unlike many book lovers, I don't make a point of rereading my favorite books every year or so. My "to read" list is so long that I just don't seem to get around to it. But in the past two years... Continue Reading →
This summer is going to be madness. I'm writing this post on the second day of June, and already I'm about to tear out my hair by the roots. Between doctor's appointments, my brother's wedding, and various other items under the vague category of "things," Timothy and I have been running around like a horde of ants... Continue Reading →
It wasn't the rejection letters that made me think it over, not really. I was expecting them. Honestly, I think it was the fact of my so definitely expecting them that made me really think it over, like I didn't have a chance in hell. It's because my query letter sucks, I thought. I just... Continue Reading →
I find myself reading more and more children’s books as of late. It started when I moved in with my in-laws. They have two little ones, 5 and 10 years old. My siblings and I were all close together, so living and interacting with small children is a skill I've yet to master. When I learned... Continue Reading →
Tim and I randomly drive into New York to play tourist. I think I'm afraid that someday soon our life will come into focus and we'll end up moving to Kentucky or something and I won't have access to Central Park anymore. New York is dynamic, constantly changing and shifting. It never looks the same... Continue Reading →
Rachel Svendsen 