The blank page— Sometimes it beckons like a friend. Other times it mocks me like a fiend. It can be a weightless delight. Or a Sisyphean burden that brings me to my knees. – Sometimes I find my groove And … Continue reading
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I Fell in Love
The first time I fell in love, it was with dance. The notion of movement and music coming together to produce something new and altogether elevated delighted and moved me. The second time I fell in love, it was with … Continue reading
Writing Is Alchemy
As an only child for seven years, writing was one of my first companions—after stuffed animals and Barbie dolls, that is. And unlike my imaginary friends (of which I had many), words were tangible and ostensibly powerful. Even then I loved that words are adaptable to any situation; and there are always more to discover and add to my collection. Finding a fantastic new word is like receiving a gift from a secret admirer—and the gift suits you perfectly—a new possession so apt it feels old.
As an adult, I still enjoy playing with words. They can be as supple as Play-Doh and as solid as Legos. Words are conducive to both the serious and the light. They can make you think, make you angry, make you laugh, or make you cry.
Writing is alchemy. It is mysterious magic—conjuring ideas, characters, landscapes and more out of mere syllables—willing something into existence out of loops and lines and curves. Starting movements, forging history, testing paradigms with nothing but words.
Writing is the path, the destination, and the journey. It is an act of perpetual exploration and discovery. It is the vehicle—a means of moving to new and unexplored regions of imagination and reality. It is a mirror, a microscope, a rhythm, and a melody. Quite simply: writing is everything.
The Flow
It’s been a while since my writing flowed. That’s the best part of writing though—the flow. Every time I sit down to write it’s what I hope for—the deluge, the torrent—and to be carried away in my efforts. I long … Continue reading
Writer’s Block
Some days the words won’t come. They cling to the back of the mind like the vestiges of a ketchup bottle. They tangle up like headphones at the bottom of a bag. They resist like a timid cat cowering under … Continue reading
The Word Sorry
Dear plane neighbor on JetBlue Flight number 949 from JFK to Grenada: I know that what I said was sorry, but that’s not what I meant literally. As a writer, I take words somewhat seriously, so I feel the need … Continue reading
The Power & Impotence of Words
I walk a fine line between words. On the one hand I believe they have power—great power. Words can hurt and heal. They can start wars and negotiate peace. Words can evoke memories and inspire imaginations. They communicate ideas and … Continue reading
Writing Feels Foolish
There are days when the words flow. When writing is easy, pleasant, and simple. On other occasions creating is agony. Ideas are absent. Motivation is fleeting. Sometimes writer’s block is indeed an impediment. A looming lump of impenetrability. Other times … Continue reading
Words Are Fiery
Just as some are in love with the idea of love but are unwilling to do the work of cultivating it, some enjoy being furious just for the fun of it. Their ire has no focused direction. They are ready … Continue reading