I wrote a book! (well two)

I studied creative writing in undergrad, but I never really did much with what I learned after graduation, unless you count the one feeble attempt in my mid-twenties to write a novel that I gave up on after 30 pages. Then 2020 happened. Once the world slowed down I found I had a lot more time to fill. I took one class and then another. I wrote for 15 minutes a day at first and eventually worked my way up to writing a couple of hours a day. The ideas kept coming and the words kept flowing.

Fast-forward to yesterday when I finished the first draft of my second novel! Like a whole dang book. And I wrote two of them! The editing process is long and slow and I now have to fit my writing between work and a slowly reopening world, but I’m so happy that I am finally telling stories.

So much meaning in such a small word

I have a complex relationship with the word girly. As a child named Lacey I rebelled against the word. I refused to wear anything frilly or pink. My name made actually being girly seem like overkill. When I went to work for a makeup company the pendulum swung the other way. I finally decided to embrace my name and the word. I only wore dresses for six years. I wore makeup I previously didn't know existed. It was exhausting. I'm still not clear on femininity and what it means to me. Join me on my journey of exploitation through photography.

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Are you afraid of the dark?

I'm taking a photography class at Rayko. The teacher told us that due to advances in camera technology taking low-light photos is better/easier then it used to be so it is a good field to work in. I would like to play around a little. Perhaps dip my toes in the low-light pool. Here are some old photos I took to get things started.