Britany Robinson

1 week ago | wildwriting.substack.com | Britany Robinson

Hi writer friends, Today we have a guest essay about the tangled dance between writing, reading, and work—or not working. As we enter vacation season, I’m thinking about how writers need be out in the world, having experiences to write about. But we also need lots of time to write. We need real vacations from the work, too. And is it really a vacation if we’re searching for stories the whole time? Or, in Maggie’s case, cramming as much reading material as possible into a carry-on?

3 weeks ago | wildwriting.substack.com | Britany Robinson |Jamie Cattanach

Hi writer friend,I’m brewing pots of coffee at 5 pm all week to meet my guidebook deadline—so it is with great pleasure and relief that I bring to you another beautiful guest essay today, this one by Jamie Cattanach who writes about Portland, Oregon and personal finance and pens sharp and poetic personal essays, one of which was recently nominated for a Pushcart! Also, a quick note that next week I’m taking off for a little family vaca.

4 weeks ago | wildwriting.substack.com | Britany Robinson

Hi writer friend,Today we have:Some thoughts on daydreaming. Upcoming deadlines for grants, fellowships, and contests. Upcoming events and education opportunities for writers. In the Weeds: The words I’m tangled in this week. There is a scene that I sometimes play in my head, like the opening shot of a movie, when the headlines and the sadness I feel for the world casts a screen of darkness over reality.

1 month ago | wildwriting.substack.com | Britany Robinson

By Chantae Reden Eight years ago, my husband, Mo, and I moved to Fiji for “just” a two-year contract. “I’m not ready to leave,” we’d say every few years, unwilling to say goodbye to the hearty “bula!” you hear everywhere you go, the perfect waves, technicolor coral reefs, and the view of the river winding through the forest just outside our apartment windows. When the opportunity came to update part of Lonely Planet’s Fiji guidebook, I wished for a time machine to high-five my 19-year-old self.

1 month ago | wildwriting.substack.com | Britany Robinson

At the start of last week, I was sure I’d never have another good idea. I was donezo. Swirling news of tariffs and impending financial crisis sent me into a whirlwind of anxiety from which all creative thoughts were blown away. There would never be another assignment, another byline, another paycheck. By the end of the week, I had an assignment with one of my goal publications for the year and a few pages of my notebook were filled with new story ideas. There is no hack to this shift.