You know how sometimes you keep wearing the same old blue work shirt, your favorite wrinkled and threadbare pants, the ones that you bought when you cared more about fashion? It’s easy to just grab ’em and tug the waistband a bit this way and that to fit other things that might be changing. And…
Tag: Writing
Now is the Winter of My Discontent: On the Tyranny of Writing and the Words of Martha (Bradley)
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. ~ William Shakespeare, “Richard III” Most writers live the sad truth about writing: it’s usually hard, thankless work, it’s usually unrewarding financially, and it’s always…
The Zen of Artichokes
I love autumn. If it’s not the leaves and all the color, then I find poignancy in the drying and dying weeds littering the ground. They embody survival to me. One plant I particularly love is a thistle-like plant, filled with tiny seeds attached to billowy white parachutes. The least puff of wind forces the…
Becoming a Writer
It’s funny how things work out. You pick up a book in a bookstore or a friend presses you to read something, “Hey, I KNOW you’ll love this.” You read the words on the page and suddenly you’re soaring above your bedroom ceiling, your sorryass childhood forgotten, your past mistakes and your current cares evaporate,…
