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”
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”
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”
I fell into that groove of hopelessness. I fell there and sat there. But I eyed the table with my laptop. I told myself to get up. I wrestled my will from my negative self. Continue reading “Sometimes”
This morning, I was playing one of my favorite puzzles, Kanoodle. Continue reading “Puzzle Pieces”
Yesterday morning I was in a coffee shop when, in a fit of writer’s block, I began to people watch. Continue reading “Creativity”