DeAnna Knippling

The journal this morning was really brief and wandery; it was hard to stay on any one thought for any length of time (which is a relatively clear indication that I’m trying to avoid some topic).  One of the things I’ve been trying to do is sort out what’s holding me back from being more […]

Full nerd warning:  I’m going full nerd here.  It’s still not going to be enough nerd for some people, though. … I’m trying to brainstorm how to market; the context is that a group of writers is trying to get together to teach themselves how to market, and I have to organize the meeting where

It’s the first weekday after the Daylight Saving shift.  I may be a little less awake than usual. … [I would search for] smaller and smaller guitars, until they were too small to play with human hands, and must be played by robots, spirits, traveling pixies, nanobots, and/or the wind.  These guitars will be know

From the journaling this morning: … How to level up as a writer:  don’t just follow “good” advice but do the work of testing it in your own writing, and by finding out how long-term successful writing pros do it.  If I were going to train up a writer like Mr. Miyagi in Karate Kid, I

This started out with a perfectly obvious statement and went weird fast.  Just so you know, when I get feedback, yes, there’s this flash of complete disconnect with reality:  it’s not my fault you didn’t think it was perfect…but I sit on it.  If I trust you, I might vent a little first…but you can’t ghostwrite

From this morning’s journal.  I was trying to figure out why I had a terrible nightmare involving sex, then woke up angry and resentful.  Possible answer below. … I know all about fear.  [Huge break while I stare off into space.] You’re thinking in your head again, instead of on the page.  One more promo

So once upon a time there was a podcast.  (Not naming names.)  It was just getting started up; only the first episode was live.  It was on a subject that I’m a fan of.  However, after listening to the first five minutes of the first episode of the podcast, I stopped and haven’t gone back.

I was journaling this morning and this came up.  What it’s for?  No idea… … The Antique Dealer It’s the kind of place you go to step out of a thundering rainstorm, the kind that makes you feel dirtier rather than cleaner.  Of course there are real metal bells over the doorway, jingle bells.  You

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