In the days after 9/11, I voraciously consumed the news. I watched bleary-eyed and numb. I read the stories, the names, the histories. I wanted to memorialize what I could, bear witness, honor their sacrifice. In the days after Newtown, I shut down. I turned it off. I refused to read the stories. I wouldn’tContinue reading “Five Years Later”
Author Archives: Monica Cox
A Walk in the Woods
We spent the weekend celebrating my newly minted 11 year old son. His birthday was Thursday, the sleepover with friends Friday and a dinner with the grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins was last night. Throughout the candle blowing and meal preparation and attempting to not become a target in the Nerf battle that broke outContinue reading “A Walk in the Woods”
A Little Rain Must Fall
The sky was overcast this morning as I headed out for my morning walk. It’s summer and I admit, I don’t tend to check the weather that often this time of year. What’s the point? I live in the south. It’s going to be hot. It is going to be humid. There will be aContinue reading “A Little Rain Must Fall”
The End 2.0
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. – Michelangelo Today. For the second time in my life, I reached “The End” on a book I’ve written. This time, however, I didn’t actually type the words. It felt different this time. I know it’s not the end. Not really.Continue reading “The End 2.0”
The Maybe of Muses
On July 28th, I went to the NC Museum of Art. The kids were back at school. We were 21 days post move. I needed to recenter. To come back to my creative self. The months of March through July were so tumultuous and busy and mind numbing that I was afraid I would needContinue reading “The Maybe of Muses”
Voices
I attended the Women’s March on Washington on January 21. Why? I had so many reasons. I posted them on my personal Facebook page in the days leading up to the march. I thought and prayed on it.There seemed to be so many reasons and motivations floating about in my head. I thought I understood it.Continue reading “Voices”
Sounds of Silence
Every day, I tuck myself into my office. From 10 to noon, I ignore the outside world and enter another. This is my protected writing time. My work in progress time. My focus on the novel time. I keep the house quiet during this time. The door is shut. The heat clicks on. A birdContinue reading “Sounds of Silence”
Another Year in the Books
Last year, I resolved to focus on one word. That word was forward. Rereading that post a few days ago, I smiled. I sounded so ambitious and excited. I remembered where I was emotionally and what I was hoping to accomplish. I remembered the roadblocks, the physical and mental ones, that had been holding me back. The obstaclesContinue reading “Another Year in the Books”
Adjustment Period
It’s been awhile since I posted. Part of that was calculated. The election season was fraught. The aftermath even more so. And a lot of why I wasn’t here wasn’t on purpose. Not consciously. But the fact was, I was struggling with what to say. Struggling with a lot of things. Struggling since the move. A fewContinue reading “Adjustment Period”
Words Matter
I was riding high today after a morning breakthrough in the novel plotting. I’ve been doing my best to come to the work every day now that I finally have time, but it’s been frustrating to say the least. I’ve been stuck, the work was stuck and I didn’t know what to do about it.Continue reading “Words Matter”