I could just leave it at that. One singular sentence to sum up writing. Fits perfectly. Very apropos. But, no. There’s more. Lots more. It’s hard like getting out of bondage. Or a straight jacket. Or an insane asylum. For…
I could just leave it at that. One singular sentence to sum up writing. Fits perfectly. Very apropos. But, no. There’s more. Lots more. It’s hard like getting out of bondage. Or a straight jacket. Or an insane asylum. For…
I was recently told to go write. This is only weird because the words came from a friend. It’s not like I tell people what to do. Well, *laughs* I do if ‘go fuck off’ or ‘go fuck yourself’ counts,…
I told myself I’d stop doing it. Just quit. No more. No mas. Zip. Zilch. Not even one. But nope. There I was, doing it again. Sure, I was up early. Had all good intentions. Then… Shit. Just. Happens. I…
The writing… Hmmmm. Let’s just say that’s it’s been a desolate road. It twists. There are hairpin turns that’ll rip you apart from the g-forces, shredding flesh from bone. Your hope – to come out unscathed. A miraculous misgiving of nothingness…
Hey you. Psssssst! It’s me. Remember me? Yeah, it’s been a while. Too damn long, in fact. Like they say, the only thing that time creates is more time. Well, they don’t really say that. I do. And I just…
“…The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ~Sylvia Plath It comes up from the screen, crawls across the back of your hand and waits. It’ll sit there, staring at the unsuspecting – you – until it decides it’s time. Tentacles…
Editing is the most fun you can legally and ethically have. HAHAHAHAHA! I’m totally lying. Sometimes your writing just, well, sucks. That’s where the editing writing process comes in for the writer because, editing is writing. Always. They’re connected at…
Very recently I wrote The Writing Commandments For Self as a guide for writer self-preservation. It’s there for writers’ to stop beating themselves up over their writing. It got me to thinking, yeah, I do it on occasion. Anyway, thinking……
Nope. No one called out to me. I didn’t hallucinate after desert ‘shrooms. I didn’t hear a voice that may or may not have been there. I didn’t trek up some godforsaken mountain in the middle of the sun-scorched, swampass…
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