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Good Strong Words is on an indefinite hiatus for the time being.

I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire at the moment and I’m trying to find the best place for my writing to live on the web.

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Now is the Winter of Our Discontent

It’s been kind of crazy winter here in the greater Boston area. We’ve gotten just a little bit of snow so far this season.

The photo below is of an 18th-century cemetery behind our house. The stone wall that you can see in the middle of the photo? That’s about 6 feet tall. Tombstones haven’t been visible since mid-January now.


These frightening-looking icicles are in fact a homeowner’s nightmare, as they’ve created ice dams in our gutters… so now we have icicles IN our windows inside our house. Meltwater is draining through the walls of our house and occasionally into our house. It’s a grand time.


Larry has been a champ: shoveling and snow blowing the hell out of our driveway. Two recent challenges: 1) Our snow blower committed suicide and ate its own power cord. 2) There’s no where left to put the snow.


In this next photo, you can normally see our patio here with a 6-foot stone wall all the way in the back, a grill, and a table and chairs, oh and a 4-foot high picket fence right in the front. We’ve seen none of these things since mid-January. For reference: the snow pile on the right, with the banana? That’s standing at about 10 feet tall now. Behind it: a 4 to 6 foot snowdrift solid to the stone wall.

I’ve been casually referring to this part of our property as the “sea of unadulterated bullshit.”


With each subsequent storm, it’s taken a toll on the region’s collective psychological state. I feel like with each new storm, we go through another stage of grief, mourning the loss of a normal winter or even simpler things like cleared walkways and unobstructed sight lines when pulling out from 10-foot tall snowbank flanked streets.

Denial: “There’s no way it’s going to snow for a second Monday in a row! They’re probably just hyping up this storm. We can’t possibly get another 2 feet of snow again so soon!”

Anger: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me it’s going to snow for a third Monday in a row. There oughta be a law against it! This is a crime of nature!”

Bargaining: “Oh G-d please, please, please let this afternoon’s snow storm be mild. Please let us only get like, 6 inches. We just can’t handle any more snow. I’ll do anything to keep it from snowing more!”

Depression: “There is only the bleak barren whiteness of snow. I know nothing else now, only snow. There is no end. There is no hope. Only snow.”

Acceptance: “Another snowstorm Tuesday night. Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Probably should put some gas in the car and get some more bread and milk at the store.”

I don’t think I’ve ever yearned for spring as much as I have now.

2015: The Year of the Hustle

I do a lot of writing on a daily basis. Like, a lot a lot. That’s half the reason I let this space (as well as my other blogs) go on a hiatus for the last six months: I’ve been so overloaded writing for other people that I’ve had little time or energy left to write for myself.

It’s time to fix that. Not because I need yet another item on my daily To Do list, but because I really enjoy writing. I like being able to just write for myself about whatever I want, whenever I want.

Year of the Hustle

Believe it or not, with all of the writing I’m doing for clients and other outlets, having the ability to write for myself is a huge stress reliever and a welcome change of pace. I haven’t done nearly enough writing for myself lately, despite having a brain stuffed and spilling over with ideas. The time has come to unleash that bottleneck of writing ideas and goals and start pecking away the keyboard already.

What I Want to Write in 2015

My goals are a hybrid mix of personal and professional aspirations. For me, writing is both hobby and profession. It’s an interesting intersection: writing for enjoyment can certainly turn into professional opportunities. And while I enjoy writing for the hell of it, I also enjoy getting paid, too!

  • More blog posts for fun and profit: I want to get back into the habit of blogging regularly at my own spaces. I miss it. But if I can also get some blogs published elsewhere, cool – let’s do it.
  • A book proposal: by December, I want to have a completed, polished non-fiction book proposal I can shop around to publishers. I’m envisioning a memoir centered around my entire infertility, pregnancy, and NICU experiences since 2009.
  • A sci-fi short story: Based off a vivid dream I had a few months ago, exploring the concept of loneliness in a post-apocalyptic society. I keep meaning to really flesh it out, but haven’t had time.
  • A monthly online magazine: This one’s a biggie. I’m thinking of turning my infertility blog, The Infertility Voice, into its own online magazine with monthly themes. This means contributors, advertisers, the works.
  • Another self-empowerment eBook (or two): This one will be focused on goal and vision setting and more universal in appeal (read: not just fertility focused) than my other eBooks.

Ambitious? Quite.

I declare 2015 as “The Year of the Hustle.”

Speaking of hustlin’… The last 6 months have been pretty baller lately in terms of me writing for other clients. I’ve written for RH Reality Check, The Seleni Institute, and not one, not two, but three magazine features for Royal Media Partners. But I’m hungry for more. Here are a few additional goals I’m throwing into the mix for 2015:

Bylines That Would Be Just Damn Lovely to (Finally) Have

  • Cognoscenti: It’s certainly possible given their submission requirements.
  • Gawker.com: I know, I know – but their weekend essays are pretty awesome. I want in on that. This is my Twinkie goal.
  • The Huffington Post: I’ve been trying to write for them for 3 years now. Will the journey ever end?
  • The New York Times Motherlode Blog: HA HA HA. Definitely the biggest reach of 2015. No but seriously… who wouldn’t love a NYT byline?

So basically I’ll be camped out in front of my laptop from now until December.

In all seriousness: if I don’t set aside and make the time to write for myself at least every other day – and write with the intention of meeting some personal and professional goals – then none of this will ever get written. And that would be a damn shame.

What are your writing goals for 2015? For your blog, for your career, for fun and profit? If you want to be writing buddies this year, hit me up in the comments: let’s make an accountability game plan together!