I’m four pages in to chapter two of my new book, a book I’ve outlined, made character sketches for, and even bought markers and big pieces of white paper to ... 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
At risk of sounding like the worst of self-help gurus, I’m going to sound off about the power of play in nurturing (yes, I said nurturing) a consistently productive creative ... Read more