Hills Like White Elephants
It's been one helluva spring so far. I'm on the other side of an intensely stressful couple of months, and I couldn't be happier or more grateful that the beginning of 2019 is behind me. Here's to less stressful days and new adventures!
I recently accepted a part-time writing gig that I'm feeling so thankful for (and which I plan to write about in more detail the next time I'm on here) and I'm still freelancing up a storm. In fact, several of my pieces have been published since the last time I posted on here — yay!
I'm also super stoked to report that I've started writing short fiction again. Don't get me wrong, I love writing nonfiction and journalism, and they're definitely still paying the bills. (Hallelujah) But my love for fiction writing is the reason I started writing in the first place. It's why I chose to study writing in college, too. And guess what? I think I might be good at it. I guess we'll find out. ;)
Aaaand that brings me to the title of this post: Hills Like White Elephants. Whether you're an actor, writer, painter, activist, chef, musician, glassblower, welder, etc., we've all stumbled upon pieces of creative work that inspired us so much they're still inspiring us. For me, one of those pieces is Hemingway's short story: Hills Like White Elephants. I was a freshman in college the first time I read it, and it never ceases to figuratively "light my fire" for short fiction. I encourage you to give it a gander, if you'd like. (It's hyperlinked above, y'all.) AND I encourage you to revisit whatever pieces of creative work never cease to inspire you. :)
I hope you're all in a good place, and if you're not, I hope you're at least feeling supported and loved. <3 Until next time,