The only thing harder than beginning is re-beginning. I’ve been gone a long while, I know. I’ve wanted to write many times, wanted to share some thoughts that never materialized into words. I’ve also wanted to skip over the bit about me taking such a prolonged leave of absence and pretend no one has noticed … More I’m back, and then I am gone
I think sometimes we all feel like this. The day started out promising with an early start and something to do. As I mentioned in the previous post, I ventured into the unknown by going to a brunch where a group of lovely and amazing people all discussed a chapter of The Happiness Project by … More The Weary Soul and Artistic Angst
About an hour from my house, there is a place called the Salt Flats; an expanse of desert in a long flat valley, sparkling white with a thick layer of crystal salt, the ghost of a lake that once covered this valley. If you go there at night, you can see all the stars above, … More Meditations on Change and Hair Dye
Forgive me for rambling, I'm rusty at this. I've been away. Away from the blog, away from home, from myself, even from writing. I needed a vacation. Irowboat's birthday is in April, and we decided to celebrate with a road trip in my new car to California – traveling to San Francisco and down the … More Distance, where I’ve been, and getting personal
I know I've been gone for some time. So long that irowboat took pity on me and wrote a lovely little post just to let everyone know I still alive, if not exactly prolific. Or able to spread butter on bread. I have drafts and half written posts here on my iPad. More of the … More Silence, Resistance, and Arguing with Myself
Time to start again. I believe it is a rule that we are always lost when we begin. I have taken the last twenty days more or less off, a rest from the turbulence of the end of last year and the writing of the last twelve months. Time to recover and to remember how … More The Daunting Rebeginning
We hear about how zombies are over and how fairy tales are in, we hear about agents and we worry about if we can one day sell the thing we have scarcely typed five paragraphs of. We ought never end a sentence with the word of. Or to. Or with. We think we should write … More Month Twelve Reflections: Write What You Write
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