Here writing “with Tiff,” though, she’s not really here. I just left her a voicemail letting her know I’ve started. I’m grateful for her inviting me to meditate (for me: Vipassana) and write. I’m obviously more than ready because I’m starting to crave this time for myself. This time to Read more…
Learning to let something be “good enough” is a practice of trust. At a certain point in your process, you have to let go and trust that a piece of writing, a parenting situation, whatever you’re working on, is good enough. As a recovering perfectionist with ADHD who still struggles Read more…
My trigger, I’ve realized is being rushed. Feeling pressured. My triggers often involve pace. Yet surprisingly, pace as the portal to peace can be a balm to frayed nerves. That is, the act of slowing down your pace. Until you reach a point where time doesn’t exist. You’ve forgotten time. Read more…
Magic Hour is for Writing It’s really lovely getting up before the city has awakened. When it’s pitch black, then faint orange horizon just above the Austin city line. From my apartment balcony, I can see, on the far left, the sun slowly rising above the capital. A band of Read more…
Today I finished a 28 day challenge to write everyday beginning on 7/20/23. It feels so good to get in the habit of writing requisite writing, not just writing around the writing (which is something I tend to do often afraid to dive into the actual deep writing). I got Read more…
She was the only girl I had ever loved. Like that. And after that, no girl ever seduced me in a way that captured my heart — like that — ever again. I was 15 when we first met. It started slow and came on fast. I forget how we Read more…
It’s been a while since I’ve been on my own blog. It feels, quite honestly, weird to be back here. I had abandoned this little virtual real estate I’ve parked here years ago and turned my sights to writing on Medium and Substack. And other writing projects I’ve been working Read more…
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I am a fiction writer who struggles with fiction. Even with a Masters of Fine Arts expressively devoted to the study of fiction. I wanted to study the land of make believe that resides in the recesses of my mind. But it’s been twenty years and I have a novel Read more…
I woke up around 3am and haven’t been able to really go back to sleep. I’m here now at 6:26am about to virtually meet Julie to write via Zoom, physically located on the 3rd floor of our apartment building. I’ve been feeling all sorts of emotions, sensations and thoughts. The Read more…