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 because anything intense or difficult has transpired. Quite the opposite. Life is just ticking on pleasantly. Spring is springing. The weather is conjuring up different shapes of possibility. It’s a way of life you hope for as a person. A kind of life that makes writing possible, just getting those words down unceremoniously, making decisions you’ve put off for a while. But it’s not the kind of life to write about. In our work, things need to happen to throw our characters off balance. Sometimes that happens to us. Sometimes it doesn’t. There is an ebb and flow to all things.
Outside, Looking In
Outside, Looking In
Outside, Looking In
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 because anything intense or difficult has transpired. Quite the opposite. Life is just ticking on pleasantly. Spring is springing. The weather is conjuring up different shapes of possibility. It’s a way of life you hope for as a person. A kind of life that makes writing possible, just getting those words down unceremoniously, making decisions you’ve put off for a while. But it’s not the kind of life to write about. In our work, things need to happen to throw our characters off balance. Sometimes that happens to us. Sometimes it doesn’t. There is an ebb and flow to all things.