Tuesday, June 9, 2026
The High School Hallways of the Blank Page Writing a book is like walking into high school all over again. You find yourself standing there, the awkward freshman in a sea of total uncertainty, gripping your notebook like a shield. You look around, and everyone else seems like an upperclassman who has it completely together. They know where their classes are, they navigate the halls with effortless grace, and they look pristine. Meanwhile, you’re just trying not to get shoved into a metaphorical locker by your own self-doubt, or crawl into a locker and slam the door on the next four years of HELL. Back in the day, when freshman angst hit, you’d usually take it out by Clearasiling the absolute hell out of that one wayward zit. Now, lucky me, I never really got zits as a kid. And as it turns out, because I’ve been swabbing my face with collagen since the age of 15, wrinkles don’t seem to be in my future either. I’ve gone through menopause and my skin has honestly never looked better....