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I wrote my first romance novel when I was sixteen and had hardly even been kissed—I’d got all my education on the subject from Barbara Cartland and Joan Collins. I wrote it at camp as a series of installments I read aloud each night to my giggling cabinmates. Called...Managing the risks of creativity.
I wish I had Elizabeth Gilbert's problem. Honestly. That said, I found her concept of the externalization of the muse as a construct who helps the artist continue creating–deeply thought provoking. Days later, I'm still mulling. I'm a spiritual person with a...Handling stress the fun way.
Memory is a tricky thing. I know better now than to trust it, but still they remain, handprints in the gray cement of brain. Early impressions are some of the most deep: the sun on the top of my mom’s head as I ride in a backpack while she bikes. The swaying, the wind...The myth of more time and getting sh*t done
Sometimes less time is more, especially as a writer or artist. These creative endeavors seem to come built in with procrastionation, distractibility, self sabotage and other wastage. I recently tried to shed some of my work to make more time for my writing, but it...Follow me and receive an email
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