Hello from my tree-top writing studio. It's a day of editing for me, which I love. Once the frenetic chaos of the first draft is over, I feel like there's a safety net beneath my tight-rope once again. I can step back and survey the...
A piece of my writing was published recently on Rebelle Society. I wanted to share it with you here, as well. * Yoga is the Ur-Magic, the first-and-always magic, the dimension-next-door and deep-truth-in-your-bones magic. Yoga is the Ur-Magic, the timeless-and-never magic, the memory-of-distant-nebulae-and-first-gasp-of-time magic. Before conscious thought, before...
In my previous post, I lamented my writing struggles. That week, words were simply not flowing for me. And now, just two weeks later, I'm at the tail end of a frenzy of productive writing. You can never predict when the muse will show...
Isn't it strange that writing can simultaneously feel like the one thing you must do and the one thing you cannot do? When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man, with a crayon in his mouth. ~ Kurt Vonnegut Thank you, Mr. Vonnegut, for describing...
For many years I never dared call myself a writer. Which is funny, because it's all I've ever been. My earliest memories all involve books, scribbling on stacks of notepaper, and dreaming up adventures and characters and plots. The world wasn't an easy place for...
Dark times lately. I feel like my heart is covered in storm clouds and I'm struggling to see the sun on the horizon. I know many of you can relate. And so, to you, I offer some words that have moved me, quotes from others with storm...