I arrived at this beautiful writers’ paradise last Friday. I had my plan all laid out. I was going to work on a book proposal, finishing up… Read more “Residency, Interrupted”
I’ve been working on a number of books for a number of years. A large number of years. And I’ve had to admit to myself that the… Read more “Five Minutes A Day”
At the beginning of February, I became aware that it was national handwritten letter month month. I used to be such a prolific letter writer. I have… Read more “Writing By Hand”
I thought that writing an essay for a themed literary magazine on the theme of “shame” was going to be a piece of cake. I was excited… Read more “In Which Trying to Write an Essay About Shame Threw Me Into a Huge Shame Spiral, And How I Got Out of It”
These are the moments that we writers live for, right? Having our words received, recognized, felt.
If I was an architect or a builder, I’m sure that I’d be building falling-down bridges and houses whose floors tilted so that marbles would roll from… Read more “Good Thing I’m Not An Architect”
I’ve been dealing with some writing “stuckness” in the past month or so. And I’ve been aware that it’s had to do with both inner and outer… Read more “Clearing The Way for Words”