Grandma Betty was one of those people—around her, food tasted better, jokes were funnier, and disappointments were put in perspective.…
Category: Abby Wittnebert
I have never been a good sleeper, especially at night when the expectation is highest. It’s a curse in many…
When I was agent shopping (scratch that; hunting is a more apropos verb there), I loved happening across blogs with insight straight from…
I imagine the easygoing among us don’t remember their first time receiving constructive criticism; teflon, some people, or indifferent. Not me. In…
I love New Years: a holiday of reflection and resolutions. Oh, the peace that accompanies self-awareness coupled with a good…
The time I almost quit writing was while multiple editors were falling in love with my latest draft. I just…
In the writing world, to Oxford comma or not is a near religious debate. The first time I saw a…
Being good at something doesn’t mean you should do it. I wanted to be a writer from a young age, and…
How does the old saying go? Behind every good man is a good woman. That adage drives the feminist in me…
I’m supposed to give y’all advice on how to write through distraction, but that’d be like an active alcoholic talking…