In a turbulent sea of uncertainty, your instinct is to cling to the raft of routine, hoping it will guide you safely home to shore when in reality there is no shore, no safety, no home, just never-ending sea, an endless expanse of wonderful doubt and questions, so you might as well dive in and go for a swim.
Suddenly half a year has gone by. "You'll write more," you tell yourself, greeting every day with a promise that "Today will be the day I start on that story/essay/novel" and every day the same ending
In an early post from this blog, dated December 30, 2013 (almost nine years ago to the day), I wrote: "The week between Christmas and New Year's is one of my favorites. Nothing too pressing ever happe
This has been a banner year, and I can't even talk about half the incredible things that have happened to me. You'll have to wait for the novel to hear about those. The things I can talk about: Went t