Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Sometimes I get lost inside who I am. I contain more than multitudes. I am the view of dark space through the Hubble telescope. I …
Sometimes I get lost inside who I am. I contain more than multitudes. I am the view of dark space through the Hubble telescope. I …
I’ve been dealing with some pretty serious insomnia for the past few weeks. It’s the kind that comes three-fold, like a herd attacking from all …
Sponging. That’s what I call the thing when the work has wrung all the creative juices out of your skull and you are sucking on …
What writing looks like sometimes: 1. Get up, plan to think about the writing project while walking to the coffee shop, instead talk to dad …
I went to bed last night feeling stressed and panicked. Then woke up WAY too early this morning feeling the same way. Little things, you …
The best thing you can have in your writing life is someone who is brave enough and smart enough to give you honest, helpful feedback. …
This post could also be titled Gone, Baby, Gone. But someone else already took that and, hey look! I’m here now, aren’t I? I haven’t …
Hit the ground running this morning with a bunch of words on my long-abandoned novel, then eased into a thousand words on the next Numenera …
I painted the pantry today. Now that is a sentence I never thought I’d write, except perhaps in fiction. But as a brand-new, first-time homeowner, …
There is much going on, and yet time stretches like taffy this early in the new year. Every day a treasure, a box not yet …