“What Was I Thinking,”

is the thought that goes through my head when I look to the past, especially when it comes to my writing. Maybe it's a version of impostor syndrome. Maybe it's performance anxiety, in which it's easy to think the worst about one's own work. Maybe it's... Well. It probably owes to many factors. But creatives... Continue Reading →


Starting Late And Dying Young

So, General Organa -- Carrie Fisher -- is dead. At sixty. She left behind a hell of a body of work and a trail of lives and souls touched through the characters she portrayed, the stories she worked on, and in person eye to eye. She's hardly the only one to die relatively young. It... Continue Reading →

Relax, Writer!

Poor Bodhidharma is really getting a workout. I have a certain amount of trouble relaxing. Burning some nice incense is one of many ways I attempt to deal with that; as you can see, my incense burning dish really gets a workout. It's more than a problem relaxing. It's a manifestation of my inner perfectionist. I have... Continue Reading →

This Ought to be Interesting

So, tomorrow I begin final preparations to load myself onto a Greyhound bus and head from Norfolk, VA to Washington, D.C. for a school thingiee.  This 'thingiee' will last a week and will involve attending lectures, role-playing exercises meant to build skills to use in mental health counseling, being videotaped, meeting with academic advisors, and... Continue Reading →

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