An introduction of sorts
Hi there! My name is Sarah. I’ve been writing on Medium for a few years. In 2018 I quit my job and began freelancing. At the same time I started writing here, because the internet told me it was The Thing To Do. My plan was to create helpful content…
Beware of sweet voices and soothing songs
“I know you.”
“I highly doubt it.”
“I know who you are, though you look different than I expected. I thought you’d swim to me with the tail of a fish. That part was incorrect. I was told you’d come in the midst of a deadly calm. That part was…
And have you written a Medium article about that book?
I know there are a lot of you out there, since Medium writers have a hard time keeping their fingers off the keyboards. Hi! I might regret this, but I’m creating a collection where I can catalogue and share books written by my friends here on Medium. …
Just as inspiring! Maybe! Probably not.
The other day I started wondering how many of the quotes attributed to famous people have been touched up by helpful editors, interns and/or ghostwriters. Is it possible we’re giving these folks more credit than they deserve?
Maybe Steve Jobs didn’t actually say:
“Your work is going to fill a…
A fight for the ages
The Horrible Headache descended at 4:43pm, a tangle of teeth and 300 wiggly arms, each with a cartoon mallet clenched in its claws. It spun and spun, attaching its sticky suckers to the interior of Skullsvania. Laughing to itself, it gradually increased in size.
The inhabitants of Skullsvania were initially…
The honest, ugly truth
Hello. I write novels. I haven’t published anything, but I have finished three novels, which feels like a huge accomplishment for someone who isn’t entirely certain if she remembered to floss her teeth last night.
I’m not an expert at any of this. There are far better novelists out there…
a short story
Helen celebrated her promotion with a full bag of coho jalapeño tacos from Spicy Ted’s Taco Truck on the corner of 5th and Pew. Normally she was a two taco person, but special days called for exceptions. Helen stood in line for half an hour to acquire the bag of…
Well. Here we go.
I’ve only ever owned one car.
She was my first grown-up purchase. After graduation it became quickly evident that the scooter I’d used to zip around campus wasn’t going to cut it on the slippery streets of Seattle.
My dad helped me find her on eBay. She was a used…
The tale of Orson and Elayna
My Elayna was beautiful. Not the sort of beautiful that gets lots of attention on Instagram, but the kind that sparks and flashes with excitement at news of a new bookstore opening one town over. …
And I’m totally not a vigilante, ha ha, why would you think that?
Why, hello. I didn’t expect to run into anyone here on this poorly lit city street where crimsters are frequently found tied up in neat bundles with sticky notes addressed to the district attorney tacked to their foreheads. Not that I have anything to do with that. Ha ha.
No…
