Things that run through my head when the lights go out.
Queer Rant
Someone wrote a review of one of my books saying, ‘This is the reason our kids are “choosing” to be gay,’ and I felt my whole body get hot. Not because the insult hurt my fragile little feelings in some way, but because it revealed exactly how little thought that person gives to the weight…
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Silencing The Voices
Why I Write The Voice That Hunts Me It begins with nothing. A vibration. A notification. A message past bedtime. It doesn’t need a reason, or a door, only a crack. Then it speaks. “You screwed up again.”“They’re angry. You said something wrong.”“You’re too much. You’re not enough.”“Here’s every possible failure. Every imagined consequence. Every…
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The Habits of a Writer: A Late Night Epiphany
For as long as people have been inventing reasons not to get real jobs, there have been writers. They are a strange and fragile species, sustained mostly by coffee, nicotine, validation, and the lingering hope that one day their suffering will be monetized. Writers are said to have “habits,” which is a generous word for…
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Random Questions from WP #46
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car). I once bought a pair of Santoni boots for $1,400us.
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Seven Outlines, No Drafts: What does that mean?
In the past two weeks, I’ve outlined seven different novels—each one complete in structure, emotionally resonant, and mythically scaffolded. And yet, when I sit with them, I feel only futility. The drafting feels hollow. The act of writing, once a ritual of escape and integration, now feels like pouring myself into a vessel that won’t…
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Lia Declan's Musings 