He stared at the blank page and realized his mind was also blank. He started to turn to an earlier page, when he heard the voice. “Don’t look back; just write something.” “But I think I forgot to call the muse,” he responded. “How do you do that, anyway? He-ere, Musey, Musey, Musey’?”
I know what to do, he sniffled, but I never seem to be able to get it done. I need a schedule. No, I need to go moment-by-moment and do what each moment requires. No, I need to put away childish dreams and be a grownup. No, I need to recapture the childlike wonder thatContinue reading “Joy Joy Joy to the World”
I’ve read many a book on writing and most of them say, “Writers write. So write,” and many others say, “Remember to have fun,” and I’ve found that when I remember that sage advice, results seem to result.
Get out of your own way and run. Dance like no one is watching — write like no one is reading — just let the words flow — pour them across the page like a melonhead who just wants to see what he will write next — like a reader who doesn’t know what willContinue reading “Get out of your way”
Listen, kid. Listen, lady. Listen, old man. You say you want to do something with this life? You’re not content and you want to change things? You say it doesn’t have to be this way? You’re right. So what are you going to do about it? It’s your life. You can fix it. You haveContinue reading “You have the power”
What to do when you capture lightning in a bottle: 1. Wait around with another bottle hoping it strikes twice. 2. Hug the bottle to your heart and never show it to anyone. 3. Put the bottle on a shelf or in a drawer and spend the rest of your days talking about that dayContinue reading “Hint: Pick 4”
My E.E. Cummings book 100 selected poems, purchased at the college bookstore nearly 50 years on, has a scrap of paper left along the way to bring me back to poem number 54, which concludes “I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance” and again,Continue reading “ten thousand stars”