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Love Begins
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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The Stonewall Inn
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Am I the Problem?
“It’s a terrifying thing to wonder if you’re the villain in your own story.” Quill Have you ever realized there’s an odd silence that falls right after something goes south? There’s one question that’s been clinging to the back of my mind like a leech. “Am I the problem?” No curiosity. No reflection. Just Accusatory. It’s not even in a dramatic, smashing windows kinda way. It’s like I’m…
Sometimes the questions people ask reveal more about their assumptions than they do about your life. This week's post is a reflection on invisible timelines, quiet expectations, and what it means to live life at your own pace. According to Who? is now live.
Some questions aren't asking to be solved. They're asking for time. New on the blog: "The Art of Leaving Things Alone" On certainty, patience, and trusting time to reveal what it always would.
Lately I've been thinking about the difference between moments and patterns. How easy it is to build entire stories around a single interaction. And how quietly patterns keep showing up whether we're paying attention or not. New post: "Watching Patterns"
The room isn't finished. The laundry isn't done. The cats are still causing problems. And somehow the to-do list keeps finding ways to grow. This week's post is about learning that life may never feel completely settled—and maybe that's okay. 📖 Things Are Never Settled
My room isn't gone. Technically, it's still behind door number one. It's just currently being held together by painter's tape, good intentions, and a mattress that still hasn't arrived. 📖 New post: I Want My Room Back
My best writing ideas never seem to arrive when I'm sitting at my desk. They show up at work, during long drives, and at the most inconvenient times possible. This week's post is about learning to embrace creativity on its own schedule. 📖 *Ideas Only Come at Work*
The Gift of a Deep Breath
Has anyone else ever just sat in their room and thought outloud– This doesn’t make me relaxed? Like, yes you bought a bed, the dressers, and even those dainty curtains that absolutely don’t keep the sun out. Sitting and that feeling of your body not fully accepting the space around you–like laying in a bed that’s familiar but being unable to settle into it. And the next thing you know…
I think for a while I was confusing uncertainty with depth. Like if something made me overthink long enough, it had to mean more than it actually did. But lately, clarity has been feeling much softer on my mind. ✍️ The Best Place for Ambiguity to Rest [ See Below for link ↓ ]
Somewhere along the way, I stopped listening to who she was. Not just as a character— but as someone who always felt familiar to me. ✍️ Listening to Her
Writing no longer feels like something I constantly have to fight against. For the first time in a long time… It feels like home. ✍️ Finding My Process
Not Every Interaction Need My Energy
The Feeling Faded Quietly
I missed a post this week. Not because anything was wrong — I just needed a bit of rest. Wrote a little about that here. ✍️ I Didn’t Feel Like Writing This Week [ https://quillandclaws.com/from-the-cats-quill/ ]
Starting Small Again
Recently, thinking about my novel hasn’t come with that same overwhelming feeling the way it used to. Not having to feel obligated to fix every little detail at once or even figure out which direction caused the story to fall apart and get all jumbled up. When thinking about my novel it’s been quite almost fun again. I haven’t restarted the entire thing–though that’s still hanging out on…
Lately I’ve been sitting with the urge to start over… but not actually doing it. This week’s post is about that space in between — where something feels off, but you’re not ready to fix it yet. If you’ve ever felt that with something you care about, this might resonate. ✍️ Read Below
When My Writing Stops Sounding Like Me
Over the past few days I’ve had a lot of time to think about my novel. Not in that excited way I used to—where scenes would play out in my head and i couldn’t wait to put pen to paper. It’s more of that quieter—heavier, kind of thought. Almost as if I’m the beta reader trying to figure out where the shift happend. At one point, writing brought me so much joy. It wasn’t that stressful…