What good is writing that doesn’t interest the writer?

Incremental progress in word and thought—but to what end?

Practicing my brevity here. Again.

Writing (or not writing) shouldn’t be a source of shame, right?

I’ve been preoccupied…with everything but writing, it seems. Is this what writing burn-out looks like?

It feels good to be able to lose myself in writing again….

I said I wanted to write a novel. I’ve prepped (procrastinated) as much as I think is reasonable. It’s go time.

The fourth decade begins…

The search for better soil takes me to new land—and away from my writing.

As new life flourishes around me, I find myself going through the motions as I prepare for personal upheaval.

An unexpected hiatus and the loss of 15-20 hours each week necessitate a significant change in direction.

December's hope and January's enthusiasm are gone—do you still want to do this?