Writing Life

I spent years expressing myself through writing while struggling to speak spontaneously out loud. This is the story of how that happened—and why I’m learning to reclaim my voice.

A publishing scam email analyzed my novel so accurately it almost impressed me. A warning for writers about increasingly sophisticated fake publisher emails.

Most moms don’t really get a “day off.” Monday morning has a way of reminding us of that quickly. The truth is, I don’t think most women are failing at motherhood—I think most women are simply exhausted. That idea became the emotional heartbeat behind my upcoming novel, No Phones Allowed.

Every once in a while, the internet does a quiet, kind thing. Recently, a fellow writer shared my page in a post that said something like: If you follow E. E. Lawson, she might tell you what the E. E. stands for. And suddenly—gently—a hundred new faces wandered in.

Winter has a way of softening the world if we let it. Mornings arrive wrapped in gray light. The air feels hushed. Steam curls up from mugs of tea like a small ritual of comfort. Everything seems to move a little more slowly as the world itself is taking a breath and turning inward. We’re taught to resist this. We’re told to push harder. Stay loud. Stay visible. Stay productive. Keep proving that we are moving forward even when our bodies and hearts are quietly asking for r

If you’re reading this, you’ve wandered onto the freshly painted front porch of my author website—watch your step, the varnish is still drying. I’m E. E. Lawson, wanderer of Ohio cornfields, Fargo prairies, Seattle rain, and—currently—Rhode Island’s salt‑stung coastline. I write women’s fiction for readers who like their hope earned and their prose immersive. For months this corner of the internet has existed only in my mind: part craft journal, part cozy book‑club parlor, pa