The second best excuse to not write is to learn from the masters on how to write. The best excuse to not write is – you guessed it, reading. In all honesty, writing and reading feed each other. I will keep gathering applicable and practical writing tips to share with you. If you find it… Read More: 9 Writing Tips from Jerry Seinfeld »
Where does one “I” begin? How did “I” land here, in this body with this specific set of eyeballs? Can “I” renounce and embrace the history of my ancestors with sovereignty? How does one “I” find a connected “Us” when the “Us” was broken and is breaking? Where are the ancestors’ wisdom and strength when… Read More: I am eyeing the “I” »
Dear readers, How are you doing? I needed to write to you. I didn’t expect depressive episodes to visit one week after I stopped my short story experiment. I thought I would take December off to reflect, plan and continue finishing my novella and a short piece of music. Perhaps, that’s too open ended and… Read More: December Plan, Revised »
Today is the day. The sun is shining. The snow melting. The sky is clear. The dark clouds are dissipating. Her heart is filled with bright hope. The type of blinding hope that pulls on the toughest heart strings, one chord after another. She is convincing. She puts her heart into the performance. Look at… Read More: Today is the day »
He smiled, hearing the crunch of snow beneath his feet. Crunch. Crunch. The fresh snow cut a middle aged man half. A shiver waved through his spin. Teenage electricity switched on. Her icy blue eyes tattooed in his. He was cold, red, hard, then numb and pale. She was his frostbite. He has developed weatherproof… Read More: Cake »
Dear readers, December is here. Promptly, the first snow of the year visited. There is a dead silence in the air. “Flurry” prompted my brain. Then “white”. With my morning coffee in hand, I smiled, staring at the snow. I read somewhere, the physical act of smiling makes your brain produce happy chemicals. Smile. I… Read More: How’s life? – December 2020 »
Elliot. Elliot who? It took Claire three minutes to recall her husband’s name. Elliot combed her hair silently while Claire sang a Danish lullaby. Claire has lost a significant amount of her memory and her doctor didn’t provide a promising prognosis. Elliot looked at her beautiful wife while she slept. It is difficult to say… Read More: Elliot »