Dear wanderer,

Perhaps you grew up dreaming of receiving your Hogwarts letter, or stumbling upon Narnia. Perhaps you long to visit Pemberley, to Defy Gravity, or to go to the ball. I will write you that letter, and build you that wardrobe. [A metaphorical wardrobe, that is.] Here you will find step-by-step lesson plans with takeaway homework assignments that show you how to embody fictional heroines in the everyday. This means chasing your dreams and making the impossible happen with your own inner magic.

For the full experience, you can Own Your Story, or join me for a literary tea party.

You have the potential. Heroine Training provides the tools.

Welcome to our headquarters, where dreams meet reality, where fiction is cherished, where magic is real.

Sincerely, your guide on this journey,

P.S. Read more about Heroine Training

on autumn

^ oxford in autumn

october is my favorite month of the year. the air smells crisp and fresh, the weather is perfectly cool, leaves are bright and daintily messy and gorgeous. while i love my work, there is the inevitable stress that occupies my mind, distracting me from enjoying my autumn. yet, sometimes the two correspond. here anne elliot thinks of autumn, though distracted by her own mind’s musings:

her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

– jane austen’s persuasion 


on athletics and exercise

^ yoga atop stanage edge in the peak district

i used to be under the impression that athletics, physical activity, exercise – whatever you want to call it – meant team sports. it meant knowing the rules to baseball and caring which team won. it meant soccer cleats and tennis rackets. i was a theatre kid, they were the jocks. but in the past few years, athletics have become an essential part of my life. it just took me a while to find the right kind. my three practices are in rock climbing, yoga, and running. i interpret them all as sports that challenge personal boundaries. each requires small steps to improvement with steady extension of individual limitations. each is a mental exercise as well as a physical one, and each allows me to spend more time in nature. each is about breathing and focus, and practice. 

on designing my studio

on designing my studio

the red studio (1911) by henri matisse, moma

returning to college in a new room leaves me with an undertaking: i must design my studio. my room is my living space (bedroom, kitchen, dining room), but also a place for work, but my work is literary, so the space must not encourage productivity alone, but also inspiration and imagination. i love my work, and my space will reflect that. i decorate with what i have, and what i have is what i need (or in some cases, simply what i love).  these pieces shuffle about until they feel just right. finding a place for each is a little satisfaction