Notes From the Toolbox

The Birth of a Painting

The Birth of a Painting

The Gift This painting hangs in the living room of my house. It didn’t always. Once upon a time there was a large painting of cattails going to seed upon this wall. It was one of the ugliest paintings I’ve ever seen, and I had no desire to see it on a daily basis. But...

Notebooks

Notebooks

I’ve become obsessed with notebooks. I have nothing against loose-leaf paper. Loose-leaf gives me freedom to abandon the stories that aren’t showing me any love. As Margaret Atwood says… The wastebasket is your friend. But the ease of tossing loose paper gives me an...

My Bah-humbug Book List

My Bah-humbug Book List

It's that time of year again. I'm not referring to the Holidays, or setting aside time to take stock of what I did or didn't accomplish over the last eleven months in order to prepare for those dreaded New Year's Resolutions. I refuse to participate in winter...

Writing Tangents

Writing Tangents

In my early morning writing sessions words flow with urgent ease. Today was no different. Then Bam! I dropped my pen. I stopped writing because I caught myself veering into a tangent. Tangents happen. I’ve grown to love them. They often help me drop deeper into my...

Anything Can Happen

Anything Can Happen

Writing is momentum. When I allow my hand to run across the page— driven solely by what Natalie Goldberg calls Wild Mind— anything can happen. It’s why I show up. Why I’ve always shown up. The first to arrive and the last to leave because I couldn’t risk missing out....