I was just reading my post from yesterday. It sounded a little angry, a little despondent too. That’s not how I feel most of the time. Actually, I am trying very hard to not be angry whenever I come out, even when people … Continue reading
Coming out isn’t a one shot deal. We have to find the courage to do it again and again. “I hope those fags from Boston loose tonight!” That’s something a regular said at the restaurant yesterday. He doesn’t know that … Continue reading
I am trying to stay open to what’s coming next–whatever that may be. All the help coming my way, all the people I’m going to meet, all the challenges and difficulties, too. This is not the time to close down, … Continue reading
The edits came back! It is time to write like mad!
Do not hurry, do not rest. That’s a quote from Goethe. I’ve never read Goethe but I love that line. I have it written in black marker pen on an index card stuck to the wall of my writing nook. … Continue reading
Finding an editor for your book is an essential step on the road to getting published. Don’t send your manuscript off to agents or publishers until you’ve had it looked at by a professional. Good Luck! Today is the autumnal … Continue reading
Pema Chodron often talks about leaning into the uncertainty and discomfort of our lives. Today is a good day for me to practice this because today I am angry, I am afraid, I am lost and confused. What am I doing … Continue reading
Caring for yourself is sometimes hard work. I found that out (again) yesterday when I made a comment on the Tricycle blog. It was just an experiment to see if it drove any traffic to my own site. It did: … Continue reading
I just finished reading Natalie Goldberg’s Long Quiet Highway (I am a couple of decades behind the times!). In it she talks about an experience she had where she finally chose being a writer vs. being a Zen student. I can see … Continue reading
It feels weird to be not actively writing the book. Yesterday was my first day off from work that I didn’t spend hours hunched over the keyboard, breathing the life of me into all those pages until my lungs felt sore and … Continue reading
