There was a moment today when I found myself playing the comparison game. How do I measure up in skills and…
Being vulnerable (literally susceptible to attack or wounding) seems like an odd thing to aspire to be. It is in vulnerability however that we often build our most important relationships, learn what we are capable of, find our calling/passions, and grow as people. I know I personally have a hard time…
Tonight, I started writing a short piece that turned into a longer piece about about a would-be editor who got under my skin…
As I find myself taking a breather a week into the new job, the phone line got cut. A bill well overdue, a sound reminder how your yesterdays will not give you a break. Afine thought reiteration that the best way to start over is to leave everything behind. There is no starting over half way.
I find that if I listen to rap or pop music while I’m trying to write I get distracted by the lyrics. I end up listening to the words instead of writing my own.
I like classical music sometimes, but not to write to. It just doesn’t work for me when I…
I see her maybe four times a year. Five if I’m lucky. Each time it’s as though we toss one another the ends to uncompleted sentences, hop into an ongoing game of double dutch. Keeping perfect time until our turn is up. And when the day, week, morning or night comes to an end, we skip out…
Because I can’t think of something to talk about to save my life this evening, here’s a random sampling of recent additions to my Quote Note:
Dude, ugh I hate that guy. He’s the type of guy to leave a voicemail that just says, “Hey it’s me, gimme a call.”
Nursing a painful ear right now thanks to a terrible bout of cold and cough. It has gotten a lot worse in the last two days.
I’ve realized one thing about being unwell — you’re completely sapped of any mind-space and energy that you may have had. Even…
The adventure ended well, all the furniture is in the house, and I was so tired I almost forgot to write. It’s going to probably be exactly 100 words, because I’m falling asleep.
I’m so happy that a chapter is closed.
Most people complain of not having enough time. There isn’t enough time to meditate, there isn’t enough time to exercise, there isn’t enough time for sleep or to start that side business or to write that novel or to pursue painting.
It’s so difficult to start a book, and so bittersweet to end one.
I currently have 3 books on the waiting list for my reading pleasure, and I have about 70 pages left in my current novel.
Black.
I am amazed by this show. Every season is so rich in terms of character development, glaring down stereotypes and biases, hooks in every episode that leave you wondering what next and oh yes, the acting!