It’s not the people in the crowd who laugh at your jokes that help you relax, it’s the ones who don’t.
Read MoreI saw the arts as a refuge from the endless game of which life sometimes seemed made.
Read MoreA writer discovers a story that lives unseen and untold within her.
Read MoreI have no clue where ideas really come from. All I know is what I must do in order for those ideas to arrive.
Read MoreGrief is never the end. It can’t be.
Read MoreThe first thing I must do is forget about the world around me, forget what I sometimes think I am.
Read MoreIt wasn’t even the idea itself I cared about, just its arrival.
Read MoreIt’s a mistake to believe that what you need to write your story exists outside of you.
Read MoreI will tend to fall back on things I’ve known and trusted in the past to find what I’m looking for.
Read MoreEvery story ever told grows from the same fertile thought: Life matters.
Read MoreAll of my past as I have come to know it is a fiction, by which I mean not the whole truth.
Read MoreIf I don’t believe I have the same power to create anything in my life the way I have the power to write any story on a blank page, I will sometimes tell myself I don’t know what I want.
Read MoreThe enduring, lifelong challenge, is to remember that what I truly have is always enough.
Read MoreTime will wait until I am done doubting and grieving to resume its work.
Read MoreA lesson in getting what you wish for.
Read MoreYou can hire someone for anything that you want done more than want to do.
Read MoreI must abandon the unattainable dream of the perfect story, and instead turn my attention to the path ahead.
Read MoreIf there’s something in my life I don’t want, it didn’t arrive by accident.
Read MoreI can learn how to do pretty much anything well enough, but I can’t manufacture the desire necessary to master something.
Read MoreThe heat of fear and despair consumes and turns to ash any old, dry thought I might seek to soothe my mind.
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