While writing the first draft of my novel I left a slew of plot holes in my wake. After 5 months of research and outlining, I dove in to the actual writing and the experience felt like dashing headlong down a road engulfed in flames during the middle of an earthquake. It was nerve-wracking and the only way I was able to reach the finish line was by never, ever looking back. If I had, the sight of the furiously expanding crevasse-sized plot holes would have been enough to send me straight off the road into a morass of despair and self-doubt. So, whenever I came to a plot hole that I couldn’t fix, I just trundled through and plowed on to the next scene. After 6 months or so of writing my heart out I finished the first draft.

[caption id="attachment_441" align="aligncenter" width="400"] Printable up to 18"x30" Credits: File Photo: https://www.flickr.com/photos/craptoy/[/caption] As I'm working toward the first draft of my novel-in-progress, my writing desk is flanked on one side by a wall covered in bright post-it notes. Each note has a scribble of thought on...

A piece of my writing was published recently on Rebelle Society. I wanted to share it with you here, as well. * Yoga is the Ur-Magic, the first-and-always magic, the dimension-next-door and deep-truth-in-your-bones magic. Yoga is the Ur-Magic, the timeless-and-never magic, the memory-of-distant-nebulae-and-first-gasp-of-time magic. Before conscious thought, before...