Write the stories you like to read. Make the music you like to listen to. Paint what you see with your heart not your eyes. Take pictures of the things that delight you. Weave...
The act of authentic writing is like performing open-heart surgery on yourself. Without anesthetic. You slice open your chest, rip apart your flesh, hack into your bones and pull...
When I’m driving, The things I see in my peripheral vision frighten me. More than anything I see square on, Or right in front of my face. These are the bugaboos that catch me...
