Entries by Rebecca T. Dickson

A writer’s routine means sweet f*ck-all

I know writers who get up two hours early every day to get shit done before the world interferes. I know writers who shut off their phones and Facebook for their scheduled midday “writing time.” I know writers who have daily schedules, minutely defining when and how long they work on chapter XYZ, polish a […]

We don’t need help in the Oh-My-God-I-Suck Department

In fifth grade, I attended the all-girls, private Catholic school I’d been in since kindergarten, with kids who had last names like Demoulas and Sterling (look them up). Sister Catherine, our esteemed leader, hated us all. But she disliked me less – or appeared to anyway – because I grasped English. I could diagram the […]