You and the pen and the paper are a thruple, writing as one.
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You and the pen and the paper are a thruple, writing as one.
What I love about being a writer and creative person is the insight it gives me into art and art-making.
You can’t chase two rabbits at once.
There are things I am still afraid of, but being myself will no longer be one of them.
Writing is a mystery to me, a heroic mystery. It’s such a challenge every time I go to the page. I never know how I’m going to finish anything without first getting into it.
One should never resort to dullness, ennui, tedium, languor in order to embrace acceptance.
I hadn’t thought the manuscript was so bad it deserved being torched.
When I go deep with my direct community of women we are able to identify needs to aid in the development of our juiciest, most creative selves.
Editing is where the poems take shape and come to life.
What I love about being a writer and creative person is the insight it gives me into art and art-making.
There are things I am still afraid of, but being myself will no longer be one of them.
Writing is a mystery to me, a heroic mystery. It’s such a challenge every time I go to the page. I never know how I’m going to finish anything without first getting into it.
One should never resort to dullness, ennui, tedium, languor in order to embrace acceptance.
When I go deep with my direct community of women we are able to identify needs to aid in the development of our juiciest, most creative selves.
My mind, quiet and numb, watches me bite and scrape tar from my fingers with attentive teeth, and swallow black, bitter gobs whole like pills.
It’s fascinating, akin to working in the garden, where things take a life of their own you didn’t expect at first.
Sometimes editing is as simple as finding the most boring sentence in a paragraph: I remove that sentence, find a new way of saying it, dress it up in heels and makeup, and give it a personality.
“Either a book or a start-up,” he demanded, “not both.” I acquiesced; and now that I’ve just retired, it’s time to start writing again.
It’s been a longtime dream of mine to share this art form, and it has been so rewarding to see people stepping up and learning to express themselves.
For me, editing is fun. I like polishing. It’s like rearranging tchotchkes in my house, which is one of my favorite things to do.
I got my first diary when I was 8. I remember how excited I was to have a place to put my thoughts, my dreams.
If an AI bot writes something, is there the same sensuality, the same connection?
