Tag: creative writing

In the back of my mind, I had been thinking all day what I was going to write next. Sometimes when I am reading on a train, sometimes listening to a podcast, occasionally bopping my head to music thumping through my headphones, sometimes when I am walking along minding my own business thinking about my […]

It’s a challenge to write. Every morning waking up with the determination to write. Or getting home after work to devote time to writing. Or to crawling into bed so you can write for a short moment before going to sleep. No matter when you do writing it’s always a challenge. A challenge to be […]

Scene from Trumbo (2015) film.

5:30 AM. I creep out of bed fighting the urge to crawl back in. Resisting the urge to snuggle between the warm sheets. Fighting the urge to keep my head resting on my fluffy pillow. Instead, I shuffle my way toward the bathroom where I take to pee and take a shower. I let the […]

Picture of two hands typing on a typewriter.

I stopped writing for a long time because I focused on perfection. Instead of filling an empty page with content. I filled it with my frustration. I had already written a novel. So far my first and only book. Every time I tried to write something else I would get stuck. I stopped because of […]

Picture of two hands writing

It has been what seems like forever since I’ve last posted anything to any kind of personal blog. I honestly don’t have a legitimate excuse. Except for that life very much happened and there is no escaping the incidents we all experience in our daily lives. It is Sunday. And currently, the temperature is a 50 […]

Burning the midnight oil often is the romanticized image of writing. Writing sometimes is not as beautiful as we might dream. However, the harder a writer works the more material they produce. With more material brings with it accomplishment and a larger portfolio. Time and time again I doubt my ability. All creative people do […]

ONLY THE BEGINNING Hello. I’m here now. Better late than never. Right? I have been wanting to do this for some time now. Having traversed the long narrow and winding road of writing a first novel I thought I had earned a small break. I sunk in my chair feeling very tired. My fingers were […]