It's high time for me to announce some belated good news here! If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, or if you've looked around the site, you probably know, but if not, here it is: My first novel is getting published! Over the past few weeks. I've been working with the lovely folks at… Continue reading (Long Overdue) News: Debut Novel Publication!
What is feeding my creative soul? For the past few weeks, I’ve been exploring different ways of living a more creative life, feeding my creative soul instead of merely expecting myself to produce creative work from a vacuum. After a season of busyness, following a year and a half of general uncertainty, it’s especially hard… Continue reading Habits to Feed the Creative Soul Part 4: Avoiding Monetization
Today, I want to talk about the second habit to foster the creative life: to read books foolishly. When I say foolishly, I mean to follow my intuition, to read without letting the little voice in my head that tells me I'm stupid, well, tell me I'm stupid.
What is feeding my creative soul? I've been asking myself this a lot recently. After a season of busyness, following a year and a half of general uncertainty, it's especially hard to get back in touch with what truly nourishes the soul. This process is honestly terrifying; it's easy enough to say you'll start a… Continue reading Habits to Feed the Creative Soul: Taking Note
It's a common adage among artists, that scheduling your work is the key to prolific, consistent creativity. But sometimes this ideal is no more than a dream.
Shopping at Target You go to Target to imagine new lives for yourself. The right combination of pastel towels, earthenware bowls, enameled frying pans, and sandalwood candles will make you the kind of hip-but-doesn't-know-it, down-to-earth homemaking career woman goddess you aspire to be. Or, you might find the perfect blend of jewel-toned eye shadow palettes,… Continue reading Fiction: Shopping at Target
Waiting For Laundry There are few things in life more pleasant than waiting for your laundry at the laundromat. There's the warmth of a room full of dozens of humming machines, the clink of quarters against metal slots, the muddled smell of mildew and detergent, the atmosphere of anticipation. You are rarely alone at the… Continue reading Fiction: Waiting For Laundry
Hannah Allman Kennedy 