Life – Caroliena Cabada

To-do list

I had a poem published yesterday in Backchannels Journal‘s Pandemic Issue, an instant publishing opportunity. I’ve been trying to write a poem every day in April, and the poem published was the one I wrote on April 1st. The poem is sort of a to-do list, or it contains to-do lists that are a littleContinue reading “To-do list”

The follow-up

And as a writer, I must think not only about how to adapt to that new publishing reality, but also think about how to be part of the movement that helps those positive changes remain.

Time again

Being at home all the time now means that I am levitating between on and off, a light switch halfway flipped, and the light bulb is flickering.

Moment to moment

Two thoughts that I feel should be in a blog post, though I don’t know how to make them cohere: Write the days; record this moment as if we were living through history. Because we are. I’ve seen tweets that implore the necessity of starting a journal now, of recording daily life now, because yearsContinue reading “Moment to moment”

Being green (with youth, with envy)

I am 26 years old now. This coming week, I’ll be turning 27. I’m still laughably, sickeningly young, and yet also worried that the youth card will be revoked soon.

Author Toolbox Blog Hop: Keep a little of your self for yourself

I sometimes worry that, although I am writing fiction, readers may try to “decode” the story by retracing my steps to find the original sliver of my reality that served as the starting point, and then take it one step too far to try and decode me.

Melt

I feared that I would end up putting so much time and effort into something that just wouldn’t work.

Author Toolbox Blog Hop: Learning how to write, part two

Now, I’m in Ames, nervous and excited and ready as I’ll ever be for this new phase of my writing life.

Long goodbyes

Coming back to New York felt like relaxing back into my original shape, like the easily-navigable grid of Manhattan.

#weekendcoffeeshare: 25

If we were having coffee, I’d first pull you over to the window where my desk is, and show you the view of the community garden across the street, and the natural light that spills in, even on a cloudy day. Though the past few weeks have been more stressful than usual (moving apartments doesContinue reading “#weekendcoffeeshare: 25”