Persistence, Paying Off
Life happened. Death happened too. Many mornings found me unable to write at all. I feared my process and despaired in my results. But I persisted.
Progress and Patron Saints
I struggle to find compassion in the face of crisis. Writing this book by my father's side, I must let the hospital’s psychic chaos enrich me.
Être: To Be
The cadence of each day begins with the painstaking task of placing one word in front of the other, with asking whether each paragraph is substance or shadow.
The Thread of Spirit
When I began this whole crazy enterprise, ‘spirit’ is the last topic I expected. Yet it came up so frequently that it became impossible to ignore.
Sometimes Balance Looks Like Enchiladas
Recently, I crossed a writing milestone. I only wish I could calculate how much of that has involved a Siamese fur barnacle purring against my left leg.
So Much Sticky
My head tells me to begin this project with a solid thesis statement, topic sentences. I ought to know my conclusion beforehand. And yet, this time, I don’t. Saturday? I hit full-on crazy researcher mode.
Learning Lines
Learning lines for a play while walking the 132 stairs from my car to my office desk, tucking the difference between "that" and "which" on the 2nd floor landing.
