With nothing to do the other day, I picked up a book by Annie Dillard. The Writer’s Life. In it I learned that a real writer will produce X number of pages per day, spend Y number of hours

It’s nighttime. Clear skies, full moon, the light so bright it throws shadows. You’re outside somewhere, rough, arid terrain without any sign of trees…

I was lucky enough to come of age, or at least in terms of music, during the early 80’s. After all the turmoil, insanity and creative brilliance of the 60’s…

I had a conversation not long ago with my good friend Kathy, fellow writer, human dynamo, and all around inspiration. I was having trouble finding an…

Throughout this venture, you might notice repeat usage of a certain word. That word is ‘you’. And while it might come as unpleasant shock, ‘you’ do not exist.

Back in my thirties, I decided to do something stupid. Write a book. But because I wasn’t a total idiot, I decided to hedge my bet. I’d always been a…