by Jocosa Wade | May 19, 2021 | Inspiration, Revision, Writers life
Remember when you realized love and like weren’t interchangeable? That day when you looked at your loved one and truth slammed into your head the way the sky bonked Chicken Little. You bit your tongue to keep from saying, “I don’t like you. Did I ever really like you,...
by Jocosa Wade | May 12, 2021 | Books, Inspiration, Revision, Writers life
My printed manuscript sits beside me. The plan— one more read through to see how the story holds up after its recent word manicure. I’ve never felt more pleased with the shape of this story, but can’t bring myself to begin. Why? Good question. Life is full of whys and...
by Jocosa Wade | May 5, 2021 | Revision, Writers life
Pictures of daffodils, forsythia, dogwoods and magnolias have been battling it out for weeks in the Social Palace to prove winter is over. Is it my imagination or did peeps around the world start posting them earlier this year in order to pull themselves out of the...
by Jocosa Wade | Apr 21, 2021 | Creativity, Inspiration, Revision, Writers life
Nineteen. No, it’s not my age. Not my wedding anniversary, or the number of parking tickets accumulated, or the total colonoscopy preps I’ve endured. It’s…the number of nominations Susan Lucci received before winning the Daytime Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Actress...
by Jocosa Wade | Apr 14, 2021 | Creativity, Inspiration, Memoir, Revision, Writers life
More than anything— other than living a writer’s life— I dreamed of becoming a famous actress. Fame was essential. It was the only level of validation that would prove to my family I wasn’t a self-serving wastrel. I studied the craft, auditioned, performed, and I...
by Jocosa Wade | Apr 7, 2021 | Inspiration, Revision, whores of negativity, Writers life, Writing tools
Jump back to the first time I went to make groceries in New Orleans. My oldest son was in the cart. He wasn’t strapped in or harnessed and often climbed back and forth between the seat and the cart, and I never gave it a second thought— Remember that. We zipped around...
