Melisa Peterson Lewis
When summer first begins I can’t wait to toss aside my sweaters and boots. Shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops are a welcome change. I rejoice in the idea of getting outside more. Snow and ice are traded in for sunshine and evening thunderstorms. There is something peaceful about falling asleep to a thunderstorm rolling in.... Continue Reading →
I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling the story from my own life experience. However, I feel as if this can be really limiting from a storytelling perspective. Often I find that I start a story in first person, only to go... Continue Reading →
It is officially summer break and I am home full time with a 1, 3, and 6-year-old. Overwhelmed? Hell yes. My son (the 6-year-old) moaned that he didn’t know what to do and was bored for about an hour straight. Meanwhile I hurled ideas at him only to be met with the eye roll and... Continue Reading →
Everyone always starts with Rock, so I should do Paper. It's the obvious choice. Paper covers Rock and wins. What if everyone knows that already? I can't be the first person in the universe to figure this one out. If this is the case I should go with Scissor, because everyone knows that Scissor cuts... Continue Reading →
I write because it is the only thing that makes my brain chug forward these days. I have never felt like an exceptionally interesting or talented person, but this spotlight I hold is drifting away and towards something bigger. I write because I want my crazy brain messes to spill out in an orderly enough... Continue Reading →
