The power of the streak

Sometimes you write because you are moved by the muse, or the moose. Sometimes you write because you made a commitment to blog every day, and so something has to emerge from your fingers or the streak will be broken. Both are powerful motivations. I have felt them both, and there’s something peculiar about them.Continue reading “The power of the streak”

Moose call

Somewhere over my head, I heard the call of a moose. “Hey!” he called with a flourish. “Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat.” I rolled my eyes. “That trick never works.” “This time for sure!” he cried. “Here’s the secret: Don’t think, just write.” “Oh, please,” I said. It was close toContinue reading “Moose call”

Two cows on a shelf

The cows smiled as they surveyed all that they could survey. It was a cluttered panorama with papers and wires scattered everywhere but, paradoxically, books arranged in a certain order and movie posters neatly placed on the wall. “It’s as if he can’t make up his mind to be a cluttered mess or obsessive compulsive,”Continue reading “Two cows on a shelf”

Another road to the next sentence

The other day I wrote you should just write the next sentence, not worry about The Big Picture or The Big Project, when you find yourself stuck looking at a blinking cursor or a blank page. Wouldn’t you know it, no sooner had I posted that post and gone to bed when I started tossingContinue reading “Another road to the next sentence”

Write the next sentence

Many writing coaches and books say when you find yourself stuck, stop worrying about the Big Picture, just concentrate on writing the next sentence. Ask “What happens next?” At some point, you’ll stop struggling sentence by sentence again, and the words will start flowing. One of these days I’m going to complete my collection ofContinue reading “Write the next sentence”

Making sense of the madness

I keep thinking I could make more progress with my novels if I approached each chapter as if it were a separate short story, instead of thinking of it as One Big Honking Project, but then I don’t even rouse myself to make that eating-an-elephant-one-bite-at-a-time effort. It’s almost as if a part of me doesn’tContinue reading “Making sense of the madness”

Love anyway

When weariness overtakes you And your fuse is short, Love anyway.   When the slap of reality hurts So bad you want to lash back, Love anyway.   When the loss is so deep You can’t see straight, Love anyway.   When you’re tempted to quit And go running away forever, Love anyway.   That’sContinue reading “Love anyway”

%d bloggers like this: