This morning I made a cup of de-caf, took out a pen, found a lightly used Moleskin and started writing. With a pen. On paper. I wrote a letter to my muse, asking her to come back to me. I told her that I saw her as a kite that had gotten so high in … Continue reading The Pen Is Mightier. The Computer Has No Pulse.
I didn’t go to Ithaca today. I stayed holed up in my room (after early morning Ashtanga practice) and wrote. And wrote. And wrote. I took a break for lunch, and to refresh my tea. Then I wrote. For hours. While the cat dozed on the bed. I wrote longhand, with my favorite pen (this … Continue reading Talking To Myself
I love podcasts. I download them to my Ipod and listen to them while I do housework or drive. I subscribe to about 10, but my latest favorite is The Accidental Creative. I’ve been listening to some of the older ones lately and heard an interview with Lisa Johnson the other day. She’s a consultant … Continue reading Become a Student of Yourself