Come Sit at My Table in NYC Next Week
let's have champagne and talk about writing, shall we?
The Champagne Diet
For women who were told they're too much, but kept going anyway. Slightly unhinged essays on womanhood, creativity, life, style, and self-possession from a New York author.
Latest episodes
You Have No Idea Which Sentence You Write Will Change Your Life
come write with me this month
Don't Do Anything I Would Do: The Book Covers That Almost Made the Cut
and the unhinged urge to change the current cover one year later
THIS WASN'T WHAT I HAD IN MIND
an update for my former self
I Turned a Text to my Ex Into a Bestselling Substack
write your truth, monetize your cringe, be free!
ALL THE WOMEN IN ME ARE TIRED
I started writing this essay back in April and wasn’t sure if I was going to share it.
"Are You Hungry?" What Working for Clive Davis Taught Me About Drive, Excellence, and Earning Your Place
Long before I became an author, I was a 22-year old college dropout running through the halls of J Records trying desperately not to disappoint my boss, Clive Davis.
Are Substack Launches the New Book Parties? Vogue Asks. I Say Yes, and Even More.
This week, Vogue published an article titled Are Substack Launches the New Book Parties?
NEW YORK DIARY
authors in the wild
THE CLUB FOR UNCONVENTIONAL WOMEN
on writing the rules for a life you love, even when it doesn't look like everyone else's
THE BIGGEST BITCH AT THE NAIL SALON
why do I always have to micromanage a manicure?
MESSY WRITING, FERAL CONTENT, AND CHOOSING YOURSELF AS A WRITER
A recording from Cara Alwill's live video
LIFE BEHIND THE WHEEL
It’s after dinner and Vanessa Carlton’s “A Thousand Miles” is humming from my Mac desktop speakers and I’m looking at the tiny clock in the corner of my screen trying to determine the appropriate time for my after dinner snack.
SHE IS RISEN: A VERY BLINGED OUT, VS PINK, JUICY COUTURE SUMMER
a spiritual experience in Walmart
I MADE MORE MONEY FROM ONE SELF-PUBLISHED BOOK THAN MY BOOK DEAL.
Yes. We're going there.
SHE SAID SHE WOULD. SO SHE DID.
Last Thursday in New York, at 4:30 PM, in the middle of a torrential downpour, I was bellied up to the bar of a non-alcoholic café—of all places—when I finished the first draft of my new book.
DIARY OF A MAD WOMAN (WRITER)
Sorry I'm late + I did not edit this
HOW TO WRITE A BOOK IN 10 DAYS
the art of locking in
I WASN'T "IN MY FEMININE." I WAS SEDATED.
I did a lot of crying over the past few years.
SECOND-ACT ENERGY
the DNA of a comeback