Posts by Laura Freymiller

I don’t have a cohesive idea. I don’t have any idea. I’m just writing every day. Daily throwing myself into the void and trusting the world to form around me.

It can be a long process, this discovery of a likeminded artist. It can be a difficult journey, but it is entirely worth it. You are essentially asking another human to raise a creative child with you, and it’s worth it to have a good co-parent.

In writing am trying to communicate with other human beings, and getting the opinions of other human beings is therefore pretty crucial.

I don’t know about you, but I have become almost addicted to writing in coffee shops.

We all know the stereotype, the pale young man, wrapped in a dark coat, hunched over a leather-bound notebook in the corner of a smoke-filled coffee shop, consumptive, romantic, depressive. The writer’s writer. Scribbler of poems. That to which we all aspire. Which is, of course, a load of horse manure. I will continue writing Read more ›

It’s usually just a matter of opening my mouth and saying those words “I’m a writer,” or more often, “I’m trying to be a writer.”

There is something truly terrifying about starting a project, or even picking up where I last left off.

In the breaks and downtime provided by this job, I was able to pen my first, and so far only, novel.

Writing can be a form of solace, but in order to be art it should bring the personal to the level of the universal.