Musings on blogging and gardening.
Musings on the power of the cursor.
For ten years, I’ve reshaped the story in my head into something so special, so grand. It’s a dangerous thing for a writer-who-isn’t-writing to do.
I read the internet. I’m supposed to care. Or react. Or feel inspired. But I don’t. It could be apathy. It could be that I’m in the wrong place. * * * I’ve been doing a better job shutting off lately. The move into this little house has helped. Before, the screen was something more. A portal?Continue reading “Misplaced”
At first I thought, hey, this might be a miserable journey, but I’m a writer! This is material! I’ll have stories to tell! But I’m not even sure I’m motivated enough to convert this stress and frustration into something else.
Another volume of recommended reading from across WordPress.com.
Writing — that good, automatic type of writing that I haven’t experienced in years — is like waiting for a bowel movement.
A second volume of recommended reading from across WordPress.com, primarily from September 2014.
Some favorites across WordPress.com from the past month:
I’ve paralyzed myself as a result, and created a visual space that accommodates just one mode — a single version of me. I’ve left little room for experimentation; I’ve promised a certain experience for my readers. Or maybe this is all in my head, and I overthink things.
Maybe I just need to shut up and write.