Last week, I saw Sting perform at Red Rocks with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. It was a gorgeous, clear night and the music was beautiful. Bats buzzed our heads as they flew around the amphitheater. Altogether, a truly unique experience. …
I’m Not Grumpy; I’m Writing.
I spent the morning writing. Not unusual. But unlike most mornings I was on a deadline, trying to get an excerpt from The Novel out the door. And unlike most mornings, I was not in my office or hiding away …
I Can Make That
I have this problem. I don’t know the clinical name for it, but here’s what it looks like. I’m at the store, or maybe a gallery or…you know…anywhere and I see something I like. I look it over and I think, I can make that.
What Writing Looks Like
Sometimes writing looks a lot like someone staring at the wall. The notebook is there, waiting for words. But the writer? She’s staring at the wall. Or maybe out the window. It doesn’t look like work. It looks like doing …
Count Yourself Down
Back in college, I did a ropes course in the mountains in Colorado. The course wound its way through the forest, way up in the trees. It had ladders and single-rope lines and zip lines. I navigated the length of …