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I originally embarked on writing a blog last year because I had taken on a large writing project—a novel—and I decided that I needed a touchstone to remember why I was doing what I was doing. I originally used the blog to connect on a regular basis with something about myself, or …

Walking the Talk

I have discovered something about myself. I am extremely good at talking and thinking about writing. Resistance to writing for me too often comes in the form of analysis, which keeps me happily and busily dissecting just why exactly it is that I’m not writing. God, I find myself saying. …

En route to Writing

Boy, it takes a lot to get me to the page. I am often struck by this fact. I hem and I haw; I do the dishes and I clean my room and I take naps. I do my laundry. I rearrange the furniture. Some days, I would probably redecorate …

Monkey Mind and Merry Christmas

In Zen Buddhism, there is a concept known as ‘monkey mind’, which describes the constant background chatter in our minds as our consciousness swings from thought to thought just as a monkey would swing from tree to tree. I have been struck recently by the capricious nature of my own …

Showing Up

I have been writing pretty much every morning, and I feel like a mess. It’s never good enough. But I want to give myself credit for showing up to the page, because, frankly, my writing will never be good enough in my eyes. I have started to realize that trying …

Be Fierce and a Warrior

The trouble is that I want to write great stories. This is a problem. If I just wanted to write stories, or words, or maybe a few sentences strung together into a paragraph or two or three, then it would not be a problem. Do you see what I mean? The pressure is …

Writer’s Block

I have been struggling with writer’s block. Only perhaps calling it “writer’s block” is insufficient. It’s more like “writer’s complete inability to stomach sitting down in the chair to face the notebook.” There are times in my life when I have pushed and pushed and pushed so hard that my …

My Friend Discipline

Discipline is my friend. I really mean that. My relationship with Discipline has improved somewhat in the last few years, ever since I sat her down and told her what was the what. For a while, I was in rebellion against discipline. If she suggested something that I should do …