Musings on blogging and gardening.
Musings on the power of the cursor.
For ten years, I’ve reshaped the story in my head into something so special, so grand. It’s a dangerous thing for a writer-who-isn’t-writing to do.
Another volume of recommended reading from across WordPress.com.
Writing — that good, automatic type of writing that I haven’t experienced in years — is like waiting for a bowel movement.
A second volume of recommended reading from across WordPress.com, primarily from September 2014.
Some favorites across WordPress.com from the past month:
I’ve paralyzed myself as a result, and created a visual space that accommodates just one mode — a single version of me. I’ve left little room for experimentation; I’ve promised a certain experience for my readers. Or maybe this is all in my head, and I overthink things.
Maybe I just need to shut up and write.
Need destination guide copy?
I publish something on a blog when I have something to say, when a point can be made. I’m quiet otherwise. But real life happens in between status updates, doesn’t it? The mundane and uneventful, the low points, the days I feel ugly and inadequate — I wait until it all passes, until something crystallizes from the buildup.