This past weekend, I attended a small, intimate writing workshop on mindfulness and creative writing. I heard about it only the day before it happened and when I read the description, I felt pulled to go immediately. Now, if you know me––you'll understand that I calendar the shit out of my life. I am two... Continue Reading →
The only thing that has been saving my sanity over the past two weeks is working through my notes from Brave Magic. Because, what on earth is happening in our country right now? What world am I living in? Oh yeah, one run by powerful, old white men. Just double checking. Here we go.... One... Continue Reading →
--quote: Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic-- Most writers, at some point -- no matter what kind of writing they do -- toy with the idea of writing a book. What “book” means to different writers, is of course different, but the innate drive to see one’s work in book form seems to be real for almost... Continue Reading →
In The Way 