He was blue. Or at least bluish. That seemed the strangest thing to him, right now, out of all the strange things that were around him. And were him.
The red desert stretching around him with the black sky, somehow light overhead, no sun beaming down or fierce heat on his head but just the strange dry rock, or sand, or something, particles that weren’t like any other he’d… Continue reading
Dear people writing open letters:
We all know that your open letters are not really letters to the “designated recipients.”
We all know that you’re really writing to us, the public, the masses, the mindless scrollers of newsfeed loops, the social media followers, and that you have thoughts. Opinions. Valuable opinions to share about this latest thing, this story, this whatever-the-hell happened.
And you… Continue reading
Writing is a myth. No one’s writing. No one knows how. No one can get it right, ever. Writing is folklore, witchcraft, uncensored heart bleedings and all that. Nonsense. Trivia.
Writing comes from the blunt parts of things, the edges, the rough-cut, hand-sawn wood ends that get thrown into the reject pile. The scrap yard, that’s the place for writing. It’s a heap of fodder, a heap of refuse… Continue reading
The toughest part of writing is starting.
Staring at the blank page, trying to remember all your brilliant ideas. You had so many of them last night, during your kid’s piano recital… and again, during that totally unproductive meeting at work, but now…
Where have all the ideas gone?
Ideas are ephemeral unless they’re captured.
So you should capture them, via any method handy, when you… Continue reading