I’m not entirely free–not these days. I struggle with the restratints of perfectionism–at a clinical level (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).Read More Summertime Shoulding
I feel like a tired helium balloon. I’m just drifting aimlessly, hovering a foot above some dirty sidewalk, being pushed along by the counterfeit breeze of cars whizzing by.Read More I feel like a tired helium balloon…
Isn’t it pompous to assume people would sacrifice their time to get in *my* head?
Also–some encouraging words to the contrary for us creators.
It turns out that offering hard-earned thoughts to the world requires more than simply time and skill…Read More Why Writers Don’t Write