Freewriting is a wonderful tool. Freewriting is all about coming to the page and just unloading thoughts, images, ideas, and yes, even gibberish. When I am caught between projects or feeling uninspired, I freewrite. I just open a page on my computer, or pick up a pen and a notebook, and I write whatever comes … Continue reading Freewriting →

A writer’s life is never private. Every story, every poem, even a sentence can reveal a little piece of the author’s past or present. Stories erupt from circumstance, experience and observation. Every occurrence, feeling or situation their character (or characters) undergo, evolve from some element of the author’s life. The wooded park where the two … Continue reading Transparent Secrets →

I sit in at a table in the coffee shop, reach into my bag and pull out a couple of soft notebooks, a blue pen, a red pen and paper copies of projects to edit. I lay out my materials, meticulously placing them in strategic places where I can work comfortably and keep them out … Continue reading The Pen and the Keyboard →

My suitcase lies open on my bed. I stare down at a cluster of clothes, toiletries and souvenirs. I rummage through my bag, clearing out the contents, emptying every pocket and every corner in preparation for my next trip. As I sort through everything, it occurs to me that the writer me is like an … Continue reading The Suitcase in My Mind →

I board the bus in the morning, and make my way down the aisle to an open seat. I sit for a few minutes gathering the thoughts buzzing in my head, and then I turn my attention to the other passengers. There are people reading, listening to music or frantically texting on their phones. I … Continue reading Stories on the Bus →