Confessions of a Misplaced Bookworm
A Misplaced Bookworm
My concept for the original blog was to create a collection of letters and diary entries from the fictional “Bookworm” to share relatable snippets from the author life and vicariously process emotion. Instead, my process ground to a halt when I realized I wanted each post to be profound—and therefore found myself with nothing profound to say.
I discovered that if I wanted a blog I could keep up consistently, it had to mirror who I already was: it had to be authentic, sporadic, chaotic, and 100% enthusiastic. I couldn’t wait to feel inspired, and I certainly couldn’t wait for it to be perfect. I just had to write.
Since its rebranding, “Confessions” has evolved into a collection of essays, poetry, short story excerpts, and reflections on life as a creative. My aim is to help readers feel seen, learn to laugh at themselves, and leave feeling a little lighter. We tend to take ourselves too seriously, and I want this blog to feel like the opposite.
We don’t have to write masterpieces.
Just pick up a pen and scribble.
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Exponential Growth
My greatest enemy is myself. I’ve known it for a long time, but the thing about myself is that my self is smart. It likes to let me forget about the parts of me…
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Swing State
I sat down to write with my White Chocolate Cardamom latte and a go-get-’em attitude. After receiving an unexpected request to drive my brother to school, I found myself up before the crack of…
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A Jane Austen Examination
Three weeks into my studies in England, I can safely say that my knowledge of British culture, appreciation for Jane Austen literature, and love of tea has grown exponentially. Last Thursday, I completed my…
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Street Survivors: Deleted Scene
The past few weeks, I have had the worst writer’s block. I haven’t wanted to write any of the scenes I need to work on in my novel, Street Survivors, and I was wondering…
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Finale
I made it through my college graduation without crying. I never expected to cry in the first place, but my throat grew suspiciously tight as I walked through a wall of draping black curtains…
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A Shroud of Summer Lilacs
I don’t think we would have made it if it weren’t for the lilacs. They were the only good thing in an ugly June of questions. You do not know the beauty of lilacs…
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On Bookworms
Starting this blog was a long time in the making. The image came to me first—a girl in the middle of a crowded crosswalk surrounded by colors, chaos, and confusion. Life whirls around her,…
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