Gen-Z Job Hunting

Yes, I am Generation Z, thank you very much. Born in 1996, I fall between Millennial destruction and Gen-Z technological savoir-faire. I mean, I say things like “savoir-faire.” So I’m not exactly easy to categorize.  But the evidence is against me; being born in 1996 puts me in Generation Z, if we’re ignoring the fact that…

Discovering My Family History

I didn’t want to write about this, because it’s so personal. But I think it’s important to let people see stuff like this, so here we are. My Creative Writing major (which my brother insists will condemn me to the barista life) requires a twenty- to twenty-five-page piece of creative writing. I chose to write…

Milk Chocolate and Red

My mind thinks in terms of four o’clock.  Four, when I’d had to get ready for work.  Four, the only number that has two colors,  milk chocolate and red.  Four, the number of children, including me.  My soul thinks in terms of late afternoon light, And this is why I prefer it almost entirely.  Rarely…

How to Be A Writer: Don’t.

It’s rare that one of my inner monologues finds its way from my brainwaves to my fingertips to the computer keyboard, so let me be swift and painless lest the mood to get this down deserts me. I’ve seen a lot of posts (mostly on Pinterest, because I fulfill the basic white girl stereotype) about…

Teaser: The Nameless Novel

I have thought long and hard about how to start off our story and I’ve come to the conclusion that beginnings are stupid. Beginnings don’t promise an ending. When I ask people to choose between sunrises and sunsets, everyone chooses sunrises because they say sunsets signify an ending, and that endings are inherently sad. But…

I Am A Writer: An Essay

I have never in my life written a novel. Oh, I’ve tried. I’ve just never finished one. At least, never finished anything that was good in any kind of literary standard. In the seventh grade, I thought school was too easy (this is not a lie), so I started writing a novel and finished three months…

I Am Not A Stereotype: An Essay

I’ve been writing stories since I was little, probably six or seven. My first story, I remember well, was 22 handwritten pages about mermaids.  Each mermaid bore the name of a girl in my elementary school, and we had a blast. It featured a turtle who doubled as a dancing DJ. But a few years…