Yesterday afternoon, I took a long Sunday nap, and I had one of my recurring dreams that sometimes show up in one form or another on restless nights. In my dream, I was in a dingy gray train station (it looked more like a forgotten parking garage), and I was trying to get somewhere. I … Continue reading Self, Am I There Yet?
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Making Time for Writing
Since coming back from finishing some recent work projects, I’ve been staring down the conundrum that every writer wrestles with: how do I make time for writing? Historically, I’ve managed to block out hours throughout the week, sit down at my desk, and throw a lot of words together. It wasn't easy then, but it’s … Continue reading Making Time for Writing