I put off building my author website for years. Some of the excuses I rattled through:
If you’re anything like me, I’m here to help you set aside that anxiety.
Because the best time to create your website is right now.
I can’t stress how important it is to have a…
Two summers ago, I attended a friend’s birthday party, a small gathering of around a dozen people on a roof in Crown Heights. I found myself talking to an assistant producer of a big podcast, who was a few years younger than me. She was friendly and interesting and I was doing my best to friend-court her.
And then she asked the question I dreaded most.
“What do you do?”
I swallowed and did my best to maintain a cool, calm expression. “I tutor. And write.”
“Oh,” she said. She turned and waved to a guy across the roof. …
I can’t believe I’m writing these words: I was lucky enough to get offers of representation from eight literary agents, a month after I began querying my first manuscript.
Writing the book that brought me to this moment was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was a terrifying roller coaster of a ride that I stepped off of many times. I repeatedly questioned if I was mentally prepared to deal with these highs and lows on a consistent basis. If I had the talent, patience and resilience that this industry demands.
While querying, I poured through dozens of inspiring…
Note: This article is intended for people who are healthy and have the luxury of choosing between cooking and ordering takeout.
To all of us ordering a $20 pizza during another monotonous week of self-isolation— I get it. Life is hard right now. But it is much harder for many others.
By placing a delivery order, you are asking someone else — someone in a more vulnerable economic position — to risk their health for yours.
Please make sure your tip reflects your understanding of this grave reality.
This is why:
The tip you provide shows that you understand the…
Today is World Mental Health Day, and I wanted to talk about one of my favorite topics: antidepressants.
I have suffered from mild depression and anxiety for most of my life, but it took me a long time to feel like I was depressed ‘enough’ to seek treatment.
Starting Wellbutrin was one of the best decisions I have made, and I only wish I had started it sooner.
Below are some of the myths and stigmas I had to overcome before I could come to terms with my depression.
I grew up in the 90s, and I thought of depression…
That is the point, the purpose, the peak: to enjoy the world you inhabit when you write. — Heather Havrilesky
After I read Heather Havrilesky’s advice column last summer, ‘Should I Quit My Day Job to Write a Book?’, I sat stunned.
I then tweeted it, texted it to everyone I knew, and printed out key parts. These now lie taped to the otherwise blank white wall above my desk.
Before I read Heather’s advice, I felt like I had to save up all of my joy and pride until after I’d finished my book and published it — if…
My close family friend, whom I’ve known all her life and refer to as my sister, has just embarked upon the horrible and soul-crushing process of applying to full-time jobs.
Last month, we stayed up late nights preparing for her first crucial interview at a company that she has been following since she was a freshman in college. We went over interest formulas and Excel spreadsheets and how to answer the dreaded ‘where do you see yourself in 5 years’ question.
The big interview went down this week. When I asked my sister how the interview went, she told me…
The simple yet effective ways that Medium helps you grow as a writer.
When I was 21, I booked a 1-on-1 writing session. The coach was very helpful, and one piece of advice she gave stuck with me. When I said that my goal was to write a book about my experiences, she didn’t laugh in my face (which is what I would do, if I could go back in time).
Instead she asked, “What about starting out with a smaller goal? Like publishing an article?”
It took me eight years to heed her advice. Starting a regular blogging practice…
I wrote the original version of this blog post back in 2015. It was a whole different world back then. Before #metoo. Before Trump got voted in over Hillary. The world’s way of reinforcing that when it comes to two imperfect candidates, the man will always win.
For three years, I have been writing blog posts and throwing them out. I’ve hit ‘publish’ on exactly two stories. I write, but I don’t share — because I’m scared.
I’m scared that no one will read what I write, and that anyone who reads it will think it’s bad.
I’m scared that what I want to write has already been written, and that I will have nothing new to add to the conversation.
I’m scared that people will poke holes into everything I have to say, that there will be major flaws that I will have failed to suss…