BurningbirdJust writing
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I finally found the kernel of the writer’s block I’ve had, as well as much of my restlessness in the last month — it was the end of year tax filings. Really, you would have laughed if you had seen me. I literally couldn’t approach the table with all my […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Sorry, not in a funny mood today. Yesterday as a result of the Fairvue awards, I thought it would be nice to take time to tell favorite bloggers how much we like them. Based on this, I had some wonderful exchanges with some of the nicest people — and not just within […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground. I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. The Bay’s remarkably clear tonight. The lights on the other side sparkle like wadded up gum tinfoil on the ground. I was thinking tonight that writers are either abysmally insecure or abominably arrogant —we don’t fall in-between. And I think the arrogant ones among us are nothing more than insecure […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I love to write. Writing to me is a shield when I’m afraid and a weapon when I’m angry. It is friend and lover and thief of time. It exposes me and hides me. It is there in the morning, and there in the evening. Of all the chaos of […]