• SincerelyIreneB sourdough bread making class image. Tools and items setup on island.

    Doughlene: A Sourdough Tragedy in Three Acts

    (A short story by Irene B.) โ€œT-minus three hours!โ€ Popped up Deniseโ€™s text, breaking my once chill morning of scrolling. That was how much time I had before I was supposed to bake my very first loaf of sourdough bread. This is what I get for trying to support a friendโ€ฆ a mate. This is what I get for greedily eating every piece and version of the delicious offering my mate, Krissy, makes. Now hereโ€™s me, enrolled in a five-plus-hour class. I blame my stomach. Then Denise adds, all casual and shit. โ€œWho’s excited to make bread?โ€ Immediately my stomach dropped, and a loud “fuck” slipped past my lips, but I hearted her comment. Nikki: โ€œWait, so we’re starting…

  • Cute monster looking in mirror

    How To Wait for Beta Reader Feedback Like A Lunatic

    I would like to begin by saying: I bloody love my beta readers! I love them deeply, respectfully, and with tons of gratitude sprinkles, smothered in whipped cream, strawberry syrup, and more sprinkles on top. And yet, I am a monster. Not only did I ask them, but I chose them specifically for their brilliance. Theyโ€™re a bunch of well-rounded babes. Frequent international travelers, educated, fun-loving, solid readers, deep-thinkersโ€ฆ all the things. And they are reading my paper-baby for the grand total of free-99. And why? Because I am both on and driving the struggle bus in this newbie author process โ€” aka Iโ€™m poor. Theyโ€™re doing it on the…

  • Beautiful black woman with blindfold on, coffee and cream backdrop

    What Happens When You Avoid the Feedback You Need

    I donโ€™t even have all the feedback yet. Just little tidbits. A few comments dropped casually over WhatsApp on the opening pages. A clarification here. A question there. A pause. A โ€œWait, what did you mean byโ€ฆ?โ€ Enough to confirm a few things I was already side-eyeing, eye-rolling, and unhinged staring.Enough to make me feel a new kind of fear I didnโ€™t even know about. Last week I wrote about sending my paper-baby, virgin novel, Forget The Fairytale, to my beta readers. Letting go. Resisting the urge to tweak my work to death, even though I didnโ€™t have one more logical thing to give it. Giving it to other, yet trusted people and…