This is easier said than done, yet this is the message I’m hearing loud and clear. A message without pretense or subtlety. Let me explain what I mean, and also ... Read more
I can be an intensely goal-oriented person, and mostly this has served me well. I wrote a semi-autobiographical novella in part about resiliency, or at least that was the seed. ... Read more
At the moment, I am flying high and nothing is wrong in the universe. Why? Because it’s 5:30 in the morning, I haven’t even started my work day yet, and ... Read more
I began writing poetry at fourteen or fifteen, some terrible lost and vulnerable age. I wrote reams of poems about how profoundly I didn’t understand anything, using juxtaposed words like ... Read more
Dear Writing Friends, I won’t go into the details, but suffice it to say this week was wrought with unexpected emotional turmoil at work that I am struggling not to ... Read more
That’s how broken our practice had become. We squeezed $90 out of our measly budgets to stay at a dive hotel a mile or two from our houses. We started ... Read more
This week I encountered a major setback in the progress of my novel after several days of sweet flow. I set a goal of eight pages per day Monday through ... Read more
In Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life there is a section devoted to anecdotes of the strange means by which writers sometimes call their muses. In that section, there is a ... Read more
Dear Present Moment, The click of keys. The ponderous pause. The long-distance stare. Alert, alive, creating. The problems to solve are diverse, complex, and many and I must be some ... Read more
I hear myself say this is such a busy school year and I have to laugh at the joke. It’s always a busy school year. Life is unexpected and social ... Read more