Morning pages are invented all over again

The other day I discovered my morning exercise has a name. Seth Godin made a passing reference to “morning pages” and I remembered him mentioning them before, and so I looked it up. It turns out morning pages is a phrase coined by a writing guru named Julia Cameron who suggested writing three pages ofContinue reading “Morning pages are invented all over again”

merry-go-round

The war ended, and peace was at hand. The people celebrated by making babies, a veritable boom of babies. But the old men had other ideas and they conjured new wars. And one day the baby boom grew to old men and started new wars of their own. Who will be the first to cryContinue reading “merry-go-round”

Freedom and the things of state

This is the final entry in my latest journal, covering mid-September to the end of January. It’s been a tumultuous fall and winter “out there.” The bolshevik revolution is in full swing, and who knows how much longer I’ll be able to write and speak my mind? At least as long as people manufacture booksContinue reading “Freedom and the things of state”

Introduction to a book not yet begun

And so, the writer writes. On and on the writer writes, writing of hopes and fears and cliches and ideas, some so mundane he screams with boredom, some so new he laughs with glee, all of them rising unbidden from somewhere behind his eyes, slinking into his heart and streaming down his arm into theContinue reading “Introduction to a book not yet begun”

My 3-month challenge at 6 months

This post may be shameless self-promotion. Or perhaps this post is a best-practices memo disguised as shameless self-promotion, or vice versa. In any case, today marks the end of six months since I challenged myself to write a blog post every day for three months, through the end of October. Something new has appeared onContinue reading “My 3-month challenge at 6 months”

A report from the playground

“when we create, we are creating the world. remember this, and commit.” — Nayyirah Waheed On Friday morning, I crossed the 10,000-word threshold on my novel tentatively called Jeep Thompson and the Lost Prince of Venus. Those are as many words as the average Myke Phoenix novelette, and it’s already the longest stretch of fictionContinue reading “A report from the playground”

When the drought broke

“You only fail if you stop writing.” My mentor’s gentle eyes bore into my soul. He knew that I’d written every day for six days, just as I’d planned, and on the second 15 days I’d rested. “You only fail if you stop writing,” he said. “I know, I know. You’re right. I failed,” IContinue reading “When the drought broke”

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