Inspiration in Many Forms

Recently, I've been writing, or trying to write. And, to be perfectly honest, writing makes me feel kind of weird. I get tired, I find myself lost in my thoughts and, as painful as this is to admit, I can get kind of prickly. It's an isolating experience, but, as a good friend would say,…

A Simple Wish for Waffles

"I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piled on both sides of the table, paper stacked up, words falling off my tongue.The robins had been a long time singing, and now it was beginning to rain.What are we sure of? Happiness isn't a town on a map, or an early…

Always Five O’Clock Somewhere

Β This isn't the post I thought I'd be writing this weekend. Really, in a way, this isn't a post that I thought I'd ever be writing unless I somehow managed--miraculously, amazingly, brilliantly--to concoct the cocktail of my dreams. But believe me when I say that I've found it. It's a Peanut Torito: peanut butter and…

Pumpkin Pie Goes Greek

To die your while life. Despite the morbidity, I can't think of a better definition of the writing life. There's something about writing that demands a leave-taking, an abandonment of the world, paradoxically, in order to see it clearly. This retreat has to be accomplished without severing the vital connection to the world, and to…