I’m doing some autumn-based spring cleaning on my computer–deleting files, saving some to thumb drives, […]
There’s nothing to it. You just start writing. Type out or scribble down a few […]
Catch everything out of the air into the net of your mind. Place every word […]
“Write the book you want to read.” Is that good advice? I’m not sure. When […]
Usually when I use the words “Not a Review” in a post title, the post […]
A terrible thing—maybe the worst thing ever—happened to my creative life last week, but I […]
I’ve noticed that (usually) when people lean toward you and say in a low voice, […]
I didn’t think I could like him less as a writer, but he certainly helped me out with that.
The day almost ended without my posting on The Blog. And let me tell you, […]
Francis Bacon: 28 October 1909 – 28 April 1992
It’s a long story that doesn’t bear repeating here on my blog, but I dug […]
This music sounds like it might be perfect for…so many things: cleaning. Painting. Writing. Cooking. Chilling by a fire. Hanging out by the pool. Sexy time. Party time. It’s got an almost eerily malleable vibe to it.
Years from now, I’ll still be writing. Hating myself for failing at it, but never stopping. It’s gonna be so great, man! Whew! I. Am. STOKED!
I didn’t even cry or anything, I just moved past the sad fact that I can’t sell a damned book NO MATTER WHAT and started writing a blog post.
In fifty years, the fact that I – or anyone else – ever kept a blog or posted photos on the Internet or wrote novels or painted or sculpted or coached people to be their best selves won’t even matter.