On Leaving Storyline
It’s been two weeks since I walked out into Nashville sunshine along with a couple hundred others, every one of us seeking more than the lives we’re constantly sold by a clever… Read More
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Writers and the Monsters We Create
I tied an apron around my hips, checked on my section for the night, and looked for work to pass the time. The kitchen heat crept up my back, and I… Read More
A Secret to Living: Clumsiness is a Virtue
I’ve always poked fun at her for it. The way the hardwood floors thunder when she walks. And it’s not because she’s heavy. In fact, she’s a tiny little thing –… Read More
REVIEW: You are a Writer (So Start Acting Like One) by Jeff Goins
I began reading Jeff Goins‘ new e-book with the cold eye of a critic. And that didn’t last long. “You Are A Writer” sucked me in with the opening sentence. I… Read More
On Standing Here and Dreaming of There
Yesterday, Jeremy Statton posted “4 Things to Remember in the Face of Change.” I mused over his writing and patted myself on the back. The last time I resisted change, I… Read More
I Hope This Gets To You
. . I’ve been reading letters lately. It seems as if everyone is writing letters to their past selves or future selves, and I love it. But I’m not worried about the ambitious… Read More
How Blue Like Jazz Started an Artistic Revolution
; ; If you’re a dreamer of any sort, if you’re a timid, first-time entrepreneur, if you’re a seasoned creative itching to make a larger impact, then you should take heed of the… Read More
Unforeseeable Pause
Due to technical problems with both my laptop and wi-fi service, I’ll be taking a short blogging break. Hopefully things will be back up and running soon. Make this week really count, friends.
The Beauty in Being Undone
Contradictory to popular thought, stories never truly end. “And they lived happily ever after” doesn’t exist, no matter how the author penned it. Tales end with split-second tableau vivants: the protagonist leaning in for… Read More
And May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor
Long before the sun spilled its color over the fields of winter wheat, I hit the road running. I live in an area swallowed by farmland, by cedar swamps, by woods choked… Read More
