Aftermath... ...

Who’s Reading Your Moleskine?... By definition, most of us see our journals or diaries as private realms. I suspect few of us feel safe enough to write freely in our Moleskines or journals, always slightly suspecting someone might read them when we’re not around. In a former relationship of mine where we were both...

Tripping on Shoelaces... Sometimes, despite one’s best effort, things don’t go as planned; well-intentioned lists of things to do end up like forgotten-to-tie shoelaces that can trip us unexpectedly. Try as I may, I have to admit that my blogging habit runs in spurts, or more aptly, sprints. I write voraciously...

A Touch of Madness... There as many reasons people write as there are writers; as many resolves to continue writing in the face of obstacles as there are reasons to get back to the page after the knock-down of a rejection letter. Each of us writes for different reasons, but all of us share one thing in common: a...

Tick Tock... “T-i-m-e…is on my side, yes it is.” I don’t think The Rolling Stones had waiting-for-the-muse writers in mind when they wrote that song. And unlike the woman those lyrics speak to, a writer can’t sit back and wait for the muse to come to them, thinking as the Stones...