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Facing Down the Blank Page
Some books write themselves. They appear fully formed in the author’s head, gift-wrapped offerings from literary gods, and writing these books is nothing short of Elysian. It’s a high so all-encompassing that it supersedes the desire for base necessities, like food, water, and bathroom breaks.
My Daughter Drank My Bones
For the past few months I’ve been dealing with a postpartum medical mystery. It’s been infuriating and debilitating and, at times, terrifying, but we’re finally getting a handle on it. Today, I was in good enough shape to write about it, so buckle up for a story.
I swore I would never write a book about computers
My two lives, coding and writing, had always been opposites: I did them at opposite hours of the day, on opposite days of the week, and they even used opposite halves of my brain. And I liked them being opposite! Programming was my “real” life, and writing was my “someday” life. And I spent so much time doing each, why would I ever want to let one bleed into the other?
“Jewish Enough”
You would think that writing a book based on your own identity would be easy, but you would be wrong. In my newly-announced sophomore book, RECIPE FOR DISASTER, twelve-year-old Hannah Malfa-Adler is Jew...ish. Just like me. Just like me, Hannah’s mom was raised Jewish...
COVER REVEAL!!!
It’s kind of a funny feeling to see someone else’s rendition of characters that have, up until recently, existed solely in my head. On the one hand, they’re never going to look exactly how I pictured them, but on the other hand, for the first time… they’re real. They aren’t figments of my imagination anymore, and starting today, Emmy and Abigail out in the big wide world.
BLOG
Facing Down the Blank Page
Some books write themselves. They appear fully formed in the author’s head, gift-wrapped offerings from literary gods, and writing these books is nothing short of Elysian. It’s a high so all-encompassing that it supersedes the desire for base necessities, like food, water, and bathroom breaks.
My Daughter Drank My Bones
For the past few months I’ve been dealing with a postpartum medical mystery. It’s been infuriating and debilitating and, at times, terrifying, but we’re finally getting a handle on it. Today, I was in good enough shape to write about it, so buckle up for a story.
I swore I would never write a book about computers
My two lives, coding and writing, had always been opposites: I did them at opposite hours of the day, on opposite days of the week, and they even used opposite halves of my brain. And I liked them being opposite! Programming was my “real” life, and writing was my “someday” life. And I spent so much time doing each, why would I ever want to let one bleed into the other?
“Jewish Enough”
You would think that writing a book based on your own identity would be easy, but you would be wrong. In my newly-announced sophomore book, RECIPE FOR DISASTER, twelve-year-old Hannah Malfa-Adler is Jew...ish. Just like me. Just like me, Hannah’s mom was raised Jewish...
COVER REVEAL!!!
It’s kind of a funny feeling to see someone else’s rendition of characters that have, up until recently, existed solely in my head. On the one hand, they’re never going to look exactly how I pictured them, but on the other hand, for the first time… they’re real. They aren’t figments of my imagination anymore, and starting today, Emmy and Abigail out in the big wide world.