Archive | My writing life

Image of woman holding globe, from To Live is to Create, by Beth Mende Conny

To live is to create

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! Creativity is infinite, ever available. It seeks expression. It needs you. But not just your great ideas. It needs you to rediscover the world; to clean its dusty corners and buff its dull surfaces. It wants you […]

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image of gold pen sitting atop hand written sheet, from I'm an Addict, by Beth Mende Conny

I’m an addict

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I am an addict, addicted not to drugs or Downton Abbey reruns but to pens. I wake and reach for them. Gotta write, gotta write, gotta write. Catch that thought, catch that thought, catch that thought. Every […]

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Author Beth Mende Conny photographed with hand in front of face, sporting a large ring

I’m engaged

I am engaged! A startling piece of news, perhaps, coming from someone who just celebrated her 30th wedding anniversary. But true nonetheless, though not in the traditional ”I’m engaged” sense. How to explain this one? Well … I’ve been thinking lately (another startling piece of news) about the distance I create between myself and others, and how I sometimes think of people as distractions that take me away from … Hell, I don’t know. I […]

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bethville

Bethville (population 1)

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! For a time, my friend Sheree worked in my city, and sometimes she’d shoot me a text before her long commute home. Leaving Bethville. It always made me smile. It was a loving wave between friends, friends who saw each other too […]

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Sailboat paper collage from "Feeling blue (not green)" by Beth Mende Conny

Feeling blue (not green)

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! Today I woke feeling blue. And I said to myself, “I feel blue.” And then, “Why blue?” Blue is the color of sea and sky and beloved denim. In the Feng Shui pantheon of colors, it’s at the top for promoting peace […]

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Image of brightly colored baby toys, from "The joys (ha!) of working at home," by Beth Mende Conny

The joys (ha!) of working at home

I wrote this piece years ago, when I was launching two careers: writer and mom. Both paid poorly and I had to share an office with someone who didn’t clean up after herself. Still I managed, even in the face of adversity, as this piece attests. I’m a mom who works at home. For those who think I’m being redundant — what mom doesn’t work at home? — let me be specific: I work for […]

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Photo of moon and first star against inky blue and orange sunset

Wishing on a star

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I stand here in the stillness of a night not yet formed, scanning the blue for an early star, and I wish, as I’ve done since a child: Might I get my wish tonight. There’s no talk […]

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Image of stick people holding hands on top of green mountain filled with stars, from I am Not Always Kind, by Beth Mende Conny

I am not always kind

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! I am not always kind. I can be grouchy and not yield to merging traffic. I don’t call my mother as often as I should and don’t always thank supermarket baggers. I kill ants and find flaws […]

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Image of thermometer from the 80/20 Principle of the Heart, by Beth Mende Conny

The 80/20 principle of the heart

Yesterday I woke with a warm heart. Do you know what I mean? You get out of bed without thinking you’re not good enough, that, yeah, you look in the mirror and your hair’s a mess and you really should exercise, but that you’re okay anyway. One of those days when you lay claim to 80 percent of yourself and say, “Not bad. I can work with this.” When I wake/feel 80 percent, I care […]

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Bright diagonal row of makeup vials from My Makeup Makeover, by Beth Mende Conny

My makeup makeover

I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy! So here I am  at the cosmetics store Sephora with my 20-year-old daughter, Jenna, who has brought me here to get a new look. “What’s wrong with my look?” I want to ask, but I know better because she’ll tell me. I’m […]

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