Meditation
So just what the heck does meditation have to do with writing anyway? I get this question a lot. There’s many answers, but here’s just one for today. Meditation slows
So just what the heck does meditation have to do with writing anyway? I get this question a lot. There’s many answers, but here’s just one for today. Meditation slows
In the continuing saga of my attempts to learn how to write a critical paper of the type required by Goddards’ MFA program in creative writing, I went to the
“I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I’m not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I really meant.” – Robert McCloskey
I used to think of myself as a rather intelligent person. Then I encountered the “critical writing” papers required in graduate school. I feel the same way I did when
Today’s the day! All you fictioneers get on it. If you haven’t signed up for National Novel Writing Month, it’s not too late. (Sign up at http://www.NaNoWriMo.org) You too can
What Columbus coffeehouse serves a breakfast sandwich named after a deceased barrista (the McRoy – he wasn’t dead when they named it)? What Columbus coffeehouse is owned by a guitarist
In an exquisite New York Times travel piece about D.H. Lawrence’s love affair with northern New Mexico, Henry Shukman writes: THERE’S something about the first glimpse of the Taos Mesa
How many times do I have to be reminded? I spent a wonderful Saturday with 15 women writers. It didn’t matter that they were “students” who had signed up for
I just finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie. I didn’t want to. She made me. She sort of bribed me by telling me that, despite the lame metaphors, the sickly dialogue,
I was sitting in Stauf’s Coffee Roasters in Grandview when I read the most recent letter from my Goddard MFA Advisor Aimee Liu. I squealed so loudly that the man