This Place on Earth Calls to Me // Land as Spiritual Conduit
Just as a quick reminder: I’ve written a novel. When you’ve written a book and actually completed it–like done all the work of editing and fixing errors and getting the story right or the lesson down or the truth conveyed–you finally get to casually drop that fact around: Yeah, so I wrote a book. Hey, I finished my novel. I actually wrote a book. I’VE WRITTEN A BOOK. I find myself mentioning that fact to, I don’t know, the guy who scans my card at the Y everyday or the barista waiting… Read More
Something Scary // The Truth About My Pain
I’ve received a challenge: write the truth. My brain’s first reaction to the suggestion was: “Um, yeah, no one wants to hear my truth.” My stomach’s first reaction was to throw-up in my mouth a little. My heart’s first reaction was, “FINally, I’ve been waiting.” Not that what I have been writing on this blog isn’t the truth, but mostly every post and subject has been pretty safe–some updates on my creative writing and publishing my novel; some posts about modeling shoots and interviews; a few about professional copywriting. All good things!… Read More
7 Ways to Say No
I love saying yes. I love being asked to do some awesome project or task or job because it lets me know the asker thinks I’m fit and capable for the work. That feels great. It is like unsolicited back pats or like a virtual coronation ceremony. And here’s what I discovered…I can feel all those things and NOT do the work simply by saying…wait for it…: No. Are you catching on? Part of what I’m really saying yes to is the compliments, the affirmation. Instead, when I say “no” it means I… Read More
Srsly With the Email Subject Lines
I love what I do. I love language, I love discussing word usage and origins and debating the Oxford Comma (I’m against it, in case you’re wondering). Much of my work time is invested in communications of the virtual variety. That’s right: emails. How wild and different the world was before email. I sometimes think back to when my parents were working and how sometimes my dad would drive 30 miles into the city for a meeting that was canceled at the last minute. This is all pre-mobile phones, pre-internet, pre-email. I don’t… Read More
Claire DeBerg // Writer 