Hi, friends. Some time over the course of writing these letters to you, I stumbled upon the closing Pencils Up. I don’t know where it came from or when…
Hi, friends. Hope you are well. It’s warming up here, summer is on the way and I am two exams and a week or so of grading from being my summer self…
Hi, friends. I hope you are well, that spring is whispering all kinds of possibilities in your ear. Over the last month or so, I’ve DNF’ed two novels…
Hi, friends. I hope you are well. There are some weeks, like this one, where it doesn’t feel as though I have any profound advice to give. It’s not…
Hi, friends. Today I want to talk about the burden of originality and how this notion trips us up sometimes. As writers, we like to think that we are…
Hi, friends. There are weeks when I don’t know how to square the relative comfort of my life with all that is going on in the world at large. This has…
Hi, friends. I don’t know if it’s the cabin fever of February or a feeling born from lack of control, but writers have been an angsty bunch on the…
Hi, friends. I hope you are well as January comes to a close. On my walk this week, I saw three daffodils in bloom. A sign that spring will be here…
Hi, friends. I’ve been thinking about agency this week - the degree to which characters, and maybe writers themselves, have agency to act, how the…
Hi, friends. I hope this new year finds you well, with a pocketful of hope and optimism about what could be. I hadn’t read any Clarice Lispector before…
Hi, friends. Here we are, the end of another year upon us. They just keep coming along, don’t they? There is, I think, a want this time of year for us…
Hi, friends. We’ve made it to December (which someone recently referred to as the Friday of the year). I imagine some of you put goals to paper at the…