For me, writing about a subject is often just another way of thinking about it. Julia Cameron often says, "Writing things rights things." It's true. My last post -- lamenting my lack of progress these past few weeks -- actually helped me turn a...
On some days, Being a Writer is a joy. On other days, Being a Writer is sheer, unadulterated frustration. Lately, I'm stuck in "unadulterated frustration mode." With an eye toward exorcising some demons by naming them, here's a quick entry on the...
For a school assignment, Walter, the youngest of the nephews, wants to interview me. "What's your profession?" Walter asks. "I'm a writer," I say. "No," Walter says, "I'm going to call you an author. That sounds better. Authors are better than...
Last week, we got some challenging news: Joe, Clyde's father, was diagnosed with arterial calcification. The valve at the top of the heart, when closed, looks a bit like a pie cut into three wedges; when the heart pumps, those three wedges swing...
Want to know the key to creating radical change in your life? 1) Figure out what matters. 2) Act accordingly. Deceptively simple, eh? But don't be fooled. Taking this formula to heart can have a profound impact on your life. Want a real world...
Last week, I shared my new dream with you: writing and workshopping full-time, while making enough money to live comfortably with Clyde in a Midtown Atlanta condo and travel for one month out of the year. (As dreams go, that's pretty tame, really...
Yesterday's post on defining the dream got me thinking: if I could be anywhere, doing anything ... where would I be, and what would I be doing? It's a question worth asking. Here's why: without direction and vision, life devolves into habit. We spin...
In yesterday's USA Today, I read the feature on Adriana Trigiani, described as "one of the reigning queens of women's fiction." The interview takes place, the reporter tell us, in Trigiani's "brick town house in Greenwich Village" -- a sprawling...
I don't care much for the dangerous, fanatical organization that rose up around the Indian-born spiritual leader Osho. (For that matter, I don't care much for the various dangerous, fanatical organizations that have risen up around the Christian...
My latest high-tech gadget: bifocal contact lenses.
Over the last few months, I've become unable to read the fine print on product labels and menus. "It's the lighting," I told myself. "The lighting is really bad in here."