So, I joined Substack and published my first newsletter. I don’t have much of a monetization plan — I’m just curious and along for the ride. The theme of the newsletter is inspired by one of my blog posts here from years ago, “26 Hours,” and loosely focused around time. Read the welcome message IContinue reading “Find Me on Substack”
Category Archives: inspiration
Nick Cave on Shyness
I thought to share quotes from some of the stories and articles I’ve read this week, but they were mostly depressing and/or terrifying (like the Atlantic piece on the election). Instead, I wanted to share a site that I love to explore, especially when the news gets to be too much (which is often). It’sContinue reading “Nick Cave on Shyness”
Creating With Less
Three bursts of pandemic poetry, courtesy of word magnets.
Piercing through the fog
Shared this on Instagram and Facebook last month, when I got another tattoo: For most of my life, I’ve been drawn to Sutro Tower, which sits atop a hill in San Francisco. While it’s iconic, it’s often overshadowed: not necessarily pretty, and certainly not golden. For me, it has a presence much like the fog,Continue reading “Piercing through the fog”
Fog
It’s cool today. Looking out of my tiny house’s window, I see fog in the valley. It meanders. It lingers. I behave the same when I think, when I write. As I stare at it, the fog takes me places: places unknown, places I’m trying to reach. The fog is freeing, but overpowering. We have an interesting relationship, theContinue reading “Fog”
Time
I wish I had more time so I could be a better version of myself A fleeting thought in my head And I want to slap myself Why do we automatically think more time is the answer Or more anything When really all I’d like to do Is do one thing well
Last night
Last night, after a day of exploring around the Sonoma Coast, I lounged on my sofa, right in the corner, in what is becoming my favorite nook of our new house. Here, the dark comes with crickets — their chirps charge the night, as if the sound generates our power, the light in the bulbsContinue reading “Last night”
Fenced playground
When I create, I like restrictions. Magnetic poetry flows because I choose the words. Here, I am blank, pulling from within. * I am not empty; I shape from what’s left. I like facts that push against me. A story I mold with the clay in my hands.
Letter to a reader
Master a simple story with just a few elements. Don’t try to do too much too quickly. I say all of these things very generally, referring to anything we might undertake in life, but also very specifically, when it comes to writing a certain story.