On the worst day of writing, the work is instructive. On the best day, the act is transcendent. Chuck Wendig My best day ever of writing was on the 8th of October, 2010 at Le Fontanelle near Siena in Italy. I…
Would you be willing to give your life to save the world if no one ever knew your name? If anonymity was the price you would have to pay for significance, would…
In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire. Ralph Waldo Emerson Writers write about the human condition. Love, lust, murder, hurt, hate, blessing, cursing, adventure, regret, dreams fulfilled, dreams dashed, tragedy, comedy — the whole…
I’ve just finished a novel that scared me. Not in a horror movie/suspense/edge-of-the-cliff sort of way. It scared me because it’s about an issue that is important to me, and to many others. But it’s controversial. It’s controversial because it’s…
100 Day Creative Challenge Day 79: Don’t Say Maybe Say just a simple ‘Yes, I will’ or ‘No, I won’t.’ Your word is enough. The Bible Maybe is such an open word. If I say maybe to someone they will…
100 Day Creative Challenge Day 78: One Wild and Precious Life When I was four I wanted to be a teacher. When I was ten I wanted to be a writer. When I was fourteen I wanted to go to…
100 Day Creative Challenge 77: Continuous Creation Our lives are continuous creations. We evolve and change as time goes by. If aren’t changing, we’re not growing. Where there’s no progress, there’s no growth. If there’s no growth, there’s no life.…
100 Day Creative Challenge 76: Afraid Elizabeth Gilbert addresses fear in an extensive list of ways we may be afraid to live a more creative life in Big Magic. You’re afraid you have no talent. You’re afraid you’ll be rejected or…
100 Day Creative Challenge 75: Sing or Thud? Even when you love something, or someone, there are days when you feel less than enthusiastic, disappointed or inadequate. I’ve been writing for over ten years now and I’ve loved it, but…
100 Day Creative Challenge 74: Story Promise When I was ten, my class went on an excursion to Woodbridge House in Guildford. As we wondered around my imagination fired. I pictured children running around the home, servants, workmen. I imagined…