Writers are like stargazers searching an imaginary sky for distant galaxies of meaning and metaphor– trusting that somewhere beyond the dark matter– of our own memory and imagination there is a something waiting to be seen. We must cultivate unshakeable faith– so that we can be like the astronomers who trust that beyond the glimmer of a …
Originally posted on My Scribbled Secret Notebooks:
This is the beginning of a story that I scribbled down in the coffee shop today. I have had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. It showed up in my notebook today like this. My grandmother was quiet and mysterious and knew mysterious…
“There are only three kinds of business in the universe: mine, yours, and God’s.” ~ Byron Katie Today, I had the urge to write about something that I was outraged about. I was annoyed about a particular internet art star. I wanted to be the kid in the crowd who cries out that the emperor has no clothes. But …
I have built a little cage on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend– to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Cushioned by the delusion of safety, I hang there trapped– above murky waters- as if sitting alone in a cage– is preferable to the risk of drowning. I watch with …
I reblogged this post from a few years ago I think I have come a long way from this but some of them still apply. Reasons I get stuck. 1. It is hard to keep going when the destination seems so distant and unknown. 2. It is hard to keep believing in yourself– when …
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Live in the question.” Rainer Maria Rilke I love these words. I try to call them up when I face uncertainty I am in the middle of developing an idea that is slowly forming in my mind. I don’t know if it is …
Sometimes I think that the lessons of my life have been delivered in a series of disasters and catastrophes. It is as if I somehow needed to go sailing in a little paper boat, during a raging storm, in order to learn about the need for life jackets. Maybe if I had been paying more …
I am in bed recovering from surgery and bored out of my mind. The wasteland of daytime television stretches out before me endlessly it seems. “I could be working on my play.” I say to myself hopefully. As I open the lap top I listen for an engaged response from deep within– some murmurings of …
