I Remember
As much as I want to write, I can’t find a starting place, so I’m going to use one of Natalie Goldberg’s ideas from ‘Writing Down the Bones’. I remember… I remember the year I was ten or eleven years … Read More
A Storm Comes
I am the part of me I can’t accept. I think of dark things. I am twenty-five years old. I live behind closed doors, afraid of who might come to call, afraid that I will have to speak. Sometimes when … Read More
Self-Publishing
Well there’s a way… and there’s a will. I just have to make these two possibilities collide. I just spent some time reading about the experiences of self-published e-book authors, and there doesn’t look much of a down-side to it. … Read More
What Dreams May Come
I’m late with this entry because I was and am tired. I fell asleep and woke up past midnight, thanks to one of the dogs needing to go outside. Like last night, I feel strangely out of words. In a … Read More
Why I Don’t Write
Last night I was reading a chapter from Natalie Goldberg’s “Writing Down the Bones”. She encourages us to think often on the reasons why we write. For a long time, technical writing aside, I didn’t write. So, I thought it … Read More
Day 1 of …
Some years ago, I gave up the folly of making New Year’s Resolutions. It seemed artificial to make a big deal about what was in actuality just another day. However, isn’t that all they are? Each day is just another … Read More
Raven Flew In
A friend of mine is fond of the saying: “The only permanent thing is change.” That maxim has been true of my life recently, and will be for some time to come, I am certain. Words have circulated in my … Read More