From the sublime to the ridiculous - or rather the dumb - here are five things that I just happened to learn this week.
Welcome, one and all, to 2015. It's the year of adventure and I am back (with gay abandon) to typing in my notebook.
The less you write, the less you are a writer. But when you keep worrying about what's happening next, there's no time to expand upon what's happening now.
2013 meant dipping my toes in a lot of new things. 2014 means diving a little deeper into a few and transitioning to a new writing frequency.
It's that time of year again. And while I still remain skeptical about the whole resolution thing, I can't help but make the odd one...
A few more hours in the day would be great, but it's distance that would help me get a little more writing done.
Competing with, and comparing yourself to a phantom takes your focus away from what's right in front of you.
In case you didn't catch the hint - I went to a carnival today, and I went alone. It was sunny, loud, fantastic and, inevitably, thought-provoking.
The New Yorker in the bath, writing gloves, Greg Proops and all the things that do and will have one particular thing in common.
It is Sunday, and I should be writing. But output doesn't put out without some input.
Chuck Palahniuk, cheesecake and a sofa...does it get any better?
Arresting. Emotionally wrenching. Gripping. Brilliant: my first venture outside the 2013 book bubble.
Making a non-New Year's resolution to step boldly outside of my literary comfort zone.