I just finished Frank Bidart’s book of poems, Desire. It’s amazing. Continue reading “Desire, by Frank Bidart”
I always misheard and misspoke so many things in my life growing up. Continue reading “I Am Creative”
For most of my adult life I’ve always worked to make myself better. Continue reading “I Am Enough”
I reread some old writing of mine this morning. It’s an old ur-novel I wrote between 2006 and 2009. It’s brilliant–it’s complex, it’s funny, it’s beautiful, it’s sad. Why did I deny it for so long as garbage, and why did I deny myself in the process as nothing more than a failure? Continue reading “I Am Brilliant”
Non-judgment begins when you realize that you too are an asshole. Continue reading “We Are All Fake”
As a writer these twenty or so years, I’ve been in a lot of writing groups. From Moraine Valley community college courses to Illinois State ENG 300 senior courses, from hanging with herds of artsy nerds at libraries and coffee shops on the west side to meeting with nervous and passionate would-be writers at the college-alt classes I took at Story Studio on the north side, I’ve collected here all of my wisdom to tell you about the three elements that make up a great writing group–guts, head, and heart. Continue reading “Writing Groups”
Today I submitted my samples chapters to four agents. Continue reading “This is not the end”
As soon as I make a change in the tense of a verb, the lightning comes again. Continue reading “The Trail Through The Woods”
In spite of the deadline and all the pressure of being done on Friday, I am treating myself—I went to Coffee Studio in Andersonville. Continue reading “Coffee Studio”
And then you find a rhythm.
You don’t care where or how–that part of the brain has been shut off.
Continue reading “This Is What It’s Like”