Thinking on the Page 📄 ✍️ 🤔

Some of us spend more time thinking about our writing projects than actually writing them. While thinking about our projects is an important part of creativity, it never yields the same results as thinking with our pens on the page.

Why? We think differently while writing. Don’t take my word for it, try it. Think about an issue in your life—writing-based or not. Then follow these two steps:

1) Take five or ten minutes and go through the mental process of assessing the issue from different angles. In other words: just think about it.

2) Next, take the same amount of time and write-think on the page (long-hand on paper, ideally).

It’s important to keep your pen moving the whole time—repeat the same words or questions if you want, but don’t stop writing to go back to thinking only. That will break the flow. If you hand-write for a full page, which should take around ten minutes or so, I guarantee some new insights will emerge that you couldn’t have imagined without a pen in your hand.

We write-think all the time when we make lists or send notes or cards to friends or family members. And if you’re a regular journaler, you know this write-think process well and probably wouldn’t trust yourself to only think about a life issue; you know you need to write about it too.

Because I believe in walking the talk, I took myself through a little exercise to prove this point. I thought of a question, a “problem” I’d like to address, and I set my timer for five minutes and let myself just think it through for that amount of time. Then I set the timer for five minutes again and wrote out some thoughts to that question. They were completely different experiences.

My question: How can I make more time for my own creative writing?

While I thought about it, using only my mind, I noticed several things. 

First, I went immediately to problem-solving. I listed several things I could try, from getting up earlier, to saying "no" to more things, to figuring out what I might write about that could elicit greater personal motivation to write, etc. I didn’t land on any one solution, per se, but I was left feeling like I wasn’t yet doing “enough” in support of my writing, or I was doing too much in other arenas and not having time to write was the necessary consequence. 

Second, I noticed I couldn’t stay focused on that one question for long. My mind wanted to hop to other ideas, to look out the window and wonder what else was going on outside, to move on to another topic, or get up and do something else. At the 2.5 minute mark I was no longer focused! It reminded me of mediation guidelines about not being attached thoughts and letting them pass by, yet the whole intention was to focus on that one thought. 

Third, I didn’t end up with a real solution at all. Ideas floated around, were considered briefly, and then sacrificed to distractions. It felt like a long five minutes.

I then shifted to the page. I wrote out the question, set the timer for five minutes, and responded through writing. I started out with the initial thinking solutions: “I could get up earlier. Or I could learn to say no to other things.” But before too long I was asking deeper questions about love and service, basically getting at the root of the problem that lies below my conscious mind. It was a journey from the problem-question to what I feel I’ve lost touch with in my writing and myself, while also realizing how much I love my work with other people’s writing, how I feel I’m in my element doing that work, and how that feels like a worthwhile offering to others. So, no “solutions” yet, but a deeper understanding of what the problem really might be. Without writing-thinking, I would not have arrived at this personal insight: that this service I offer others is something I can offer myself too. 

The last two lines of my five minutes of writing rephrases the question and hints at a deeper approach to a solution: “How could ‘making more time for creative writing’ be a service to me? Something I give myself, a person equally worthy of my time, love, and attention as the other people in my life.”

The timer went off. It felt like a short five minutes. (You can see a photo of my page below.)

It’s not the content of the question, the thoughts, or the writing-thoughts that really matter; it’s the process, the very different experiences of thinking on the page versus off the page. Use this process to ask and answer questions you have about your story’s structure, characters, theme, plot, or scene issues—or anything else related to your writing project, or, as in my case, with your writing process.

“I write entirely to know what I’m thinking.”

~ Joan Didion ~

The Spirit of Aloha 🌴🌞

I’m writing to you from Kauai, “The Garden Isle” of the Hawaiian Islands.

I’m blessed to be able to spend over a month here, and this will be the last trip in what has been an unprecedented year of travel for me (some of it personal, some work-related). 

To land in a place of such beauty and bounty is a welcome gift. It’s sweet to experience the feelings of summer at the end of October, while, at home, the trees have lost their leaves, surrendered to wind and rain, the air is chill, and the skies darken early.

I’ve traveled to Kauai many times, mostly to visit my great aunt, who chose to retire here, and lately because she asked me to be her personal representative after she died, and so there’s a quality of “home” I can lean into thanks to good local friends and the gentleness and abundance of the land and sea.

Yet I am far from home, and I feel it. I’m in the home of my late aunt—her presence is everywhere—yet it’s my job to dismantle it so its energies can transform into other energies. I'm tending to practicalities like packing, painting, and accounting, and I’m working too, teaching, editing, and coaching. In a couple of weeks, I'll be teaching a class and offering consults at the Kauai Writers Conference, an opportunity I've been looking forward to for months. So this time in Hawaii is meaningful on many levels, and I'm allowing myself to settle into the aloha spirit.

Did you know there’s a law on the books here called the Aloha Spirit Law? Statute §5-7.5) reads like this:

“‘Aloha Spirit’ refers to the coordination of the mind and heart within each person. It brings each person to the self. Each person must think and emote good feelings to others. In the contemplation and presence of the life force, "Aloha", the following unuhi laula loa may be used:

• "Akahai", meaning kindness to be expressed with tenderness;

• "Lokahi", meaning unity, to be expressed with harmony;

• "Oluolu", meaning agreeable, to be expressed with pleasantness;

• "Haahaa", meaning humility, to be expressed with modesty;

• "Ahonui", meaning patience, to be expressed with perseverance.”

Tender kindness, harmonious unity, agreeable pleasantness, modest humility, persevering patience… Words to live and write by, don’t you think?

The law goes on to say:

“These are traits of character that express the charm, warmth and sincerity of Hawaii's people. It was the working philosophy of native Hawaiians and was presented as a gift to the people of Hawaii. "Aloha" is more than a word of greeting or farewell or a salutation. "Aloha" means mutual regard and affection and extends warmth in caring with no obligation in return. "Aloha" is the essence of relationships in which each person is important to every other person for collective existence. "Aloha" means to hear what is not said, to see what cannot be seen and to know the unknowable.”

As I soak up the gifts of aloha—and share them too—I'm letting myself feel at home here for awhile. I listen for what’s not said, try to soften my gaze to see what can’t be seen, and allow the unknowable to have place, if not a name, in my heart.

“No alien land in all the world has any deep strong charm for me but that one, no other land could so longingly and so beseechingly haunt me, sleeping and walking, through half a lifetime, as that one has done. Other things leave me, but it abides; other things change, but it remains the same. For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surfbeat is in my ear, I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud wrack; I can fell the spirit of its woodland solitudes, I can hear the splash of its brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.”
~ Mark Twain ~

(From: Mark Twain in Hawaii: Roughing It in the Sandwich Islands: Hawaii in the 1860s)

Paris 🥐 + Dublin 🍺

Greetings from Paris! This is my first time back in the city since 2019. So much has changed since then-- both in my personal life and the world at large. Paris is the same... but different, it seems. Or I've changed, so I'm experiencing Paris differently?... 

But let me back up a bit. 

The reason I'm in Paris for a bit of fun is because I was first in Dublin for a workshop. I co-hosted Stories to Live and Die For, Seeing Your Life Through the Lens of Story with Sabrina Gorlitz. It was five days of existentially challenging yet deeply insightful explorations into the connections between living, writing/creating, and dying. 

I think the experience helped us all prepare a little for the inevitable end and offered fresh insights and new perspectives on why we feel an urge to create and how we might go about doing it in the coming months and years. (An exploration of regrets was a particular highlight.) I'm in awe of each intrepid participant who crossed the pond and dove into the deep conversations that may have seemed a little strange at first but turned out to be nourishment for our souls. May your creative visions flourish from the fertile ground of our time together in Dublin.

Dublin is also a special place, with a slight hum of "home" for me (I have some Irish roots, one quarter through my paternal grandmother; I wrote about her here). It's a city full of literary history, music, and lots of Guinness. (And that lilt of the Irish accent melts my heart every time.) Though it wasn't my time to be a tourist, I enjoyed getting to know the neighborhood around the workshop location, the Irishtown Chapel of Ease. And a bunch of us were regulars at the friendly Cat You Café.

Speaking of cafés... The sun is shining in Paris and I really must get out and skip along her fabled streets. Though much has changed inwardly and outwardly these past six years, this beautiful city continues to be a place that makes my heart happy. In many ways, Paris will always be Paris, yet I feel more willing to embrace the truth that nothing in life stays the same, objectively or in terms of personal perception. I think the workshop in Dublin drew back another nearly-invisible veil to reveal more truth of "how life is" in a way both sobering and tender. I know I'll be unpacking more of that experience throughout the fall.

For now, I'm grateful to have had the freedom, motivation, and opportunity to travel to two such literarily rich cities, and I'm happy to have them both be part of my living story right now.

“There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris."

~ Ernest Hemingway ~

Formula One Zen Story Moment 🏎️🧘‍♂️

We have a tiny movie theater in the small town where I live, but some of the big Hollywood films get a run here. On a recent hot summer evening, thinking the theater would have air-con (not much), a small family group of us headed out to see F1 (Formula One) on the big(er) screen.

It wasn’t so much the film itself but rather the movie-going event that drew me, and doing something with family. But I’m generally game for some Tinsel Town spectacle — big name actors (Brad Pitt and Javier Bardem) and special effects (in this case racing car wildness), even if it’s a formulaic plot. And it was, for the most part.

But there were a few things I appreciated about Brad Pitt’s character in the film: as an antihero he was a reluctant master with a troubled backstory and clearly tired of fielding others’ projections, but he was working the edges of humility, loyalty, authenticity, and mentorship. Good to see all that playing out in a male heroic role. Not that it was that deep, but the script tried a little bit to peel back the stiff seams of heroic armour and look underneath. (Except for the end, in which the male hero, still incapable of true intimacy, rides off into the sunset of his own loner life more married to his skills and dreams than he could be to a living, breathing body with a heart. But this is beside the point.)

What struck me most about the movie—my zen moment, if you will—was the realization that it doesn’t much matter in which specific arena a story takes place; one character’s passions, longings, loves obsessions, and loyalties can take that character on a journey through the complexities of the human condition. It's the specifics of that one particular character in one particular situation that has the potential to transcend the specifics themselves and say something more general about life.

And though I'm now reaching beyond the specifics of the F1 plot, as a story nerd my general, personal takeaway was this:

Whatever we love and commit to fully will test our human capabilities to make sacrifices and earn the reward of wisdom and a bigger heart, if we let it. It doesn’t matter if it’s race car driving, flying jets, sailing, gardening, inventing, painting, dancing, building, or writing, pursuing our human desires and trying to fill our human needs is what makes us human and also what offers the potential to make us “better” humans. It’s not the thing itself but our human movement toward the thing that creates the magic, the life, the story.

I’m not talking about exceptional accomplishment or success at all costs—true stories, like true lives, show us what false gods those solitary ego-driven aims serve. To drag out that old cliché, "it's about the journey not the destination" might sound pat, but clichés do point to truth. In life, as in story, meaning is found “on the road” (perhaps the “road less traveled”) rather than at the starting or end points. Yet we need those points too in order to have the meaningful space in between.

So, as I walked out of a Hollywood film that was at least thirty minutes too long into a summer evening with people I love, with popcorn down my shirt a few spare licorice strands in my hand, and feeling a tad flushed, I appreciated big-screen Brad Pitt (hasn't he been a heartthrob since Thelma and Louise?...) and storytellers of all kinds.

There are way better films than F1 out there, so I’m not recommending you see it unless you want to. I’m just sharing my experience to remind you—as I was reminded— that insights arise in unexpected places, and all kinds of stories can take us where we need to go, if we let them. 

"The journey of life is not paved in blacktop; it is not brightly lit, and it has no road signs."

~ M. Scott Peck ~

I left my 💜 in Park City, UT 🐝

I just returned from the Understory Writers Conference in Park City, Utah. This was the inaugural year, and it did not disappoint. Events were intimate, casual, and designed to foster a supportive creative community. Billed to be “For Writers, By Writers,” it served emerging and multi-published authors with equal grace.

Everyone was part of one connected community and many new friendships were forged. I commend Annie Tucker for having the heart and grit to create such a nourishing, tasteful, and inspiring new conference. It was purposefully not focused on publishing advice and agent pitches but rather celebrated a love of writing craft—a passion shared by newbies and pros alike.

It still managed to nurture writers keen to publish by first refining their craft, and published writers were able to return to their roots of inspiration, creativity, and community.

Also, getting together in person was the “bees knees.” With so much of our attention focused on screens these days, it was refreshing to gather in person, where we all bounced (buzzed?) between Park City’s incredible library, the park across the street, and the cutest little Main Street in downtown Park City. Surrounded by green hills criss-crossed with grassy ski runs, the bright sun shone against a brilliant blue sky all weekend long.

I supposed I didn’t really “leave” my heart in Park City so much as expand it while I was there.

I taught four workshops, each one lovingly received by the wonderful participants. I have to say, it’s an honor and a blessing to get to share my passion for storytelling and my gifts for helping writers solve problems and celebrate the potential of their stories in progress. It’s clear to me that we’re all swimming in this creative sea together, and the best thing we can do is lift each other up as we enjoy the ride. Which is really about crafting the kinds of creative stories that bring clarity, courage, and change to this world we all love.

Of course, I do love all my zoom groups—the variety of gatherings, the ability to cross times zones, not having to commute, not to mention the option to wear pajama bottoms or sweats—but I see these as the next best scenario to meeting in person, which is the most potent way to seed heart-based creative communities.

While there’s more trouble and cost to meeting in person over a few days, we need these experiences when we can get them. They help us be more human—to be humans-beings and not just humans-screening.

If or when you have a chance, I hope you get to experience something as lovely as Understory. Annie intends to keep this annual conference small and craft-focused, so keep an eye out for details for 2026. I have a feeling a lot of writers from this year will try to come back next July.

My heart is full after meeting so many writers and making new friends this past weekend--thank you all! And a special shout out to Ariela, Marianne, Elizabeth, and Amy for making this a truly special trip for me.

"We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne."

~ Marcus Aurelius ~

P.S. Did you know Utah is known as the beehive state? Though it’s not because of actual bees. When Mormons settled there, they were busy as bees, with the beehive being symbolic of industry, cooperation, and unity. (More history.)

Fear vs. Wonder + Summer's Abundance... 🍒

Over the solstice weekend I drove through Summerland, a town in the interior of British Columbia where most of the province’s fruit and wine grapes grow. While the peaches and apricots were fuzzy green miniatures of themselves, the cherry trees were laden with crimson jewels.

Summerland runs alongside Lake Okanagan and lies next to Peachland. Don’t those two names conjure a sense of abundance? Across the lake sits Naramata and the Naramata Bench, a south facing ledge that produces some of the best wine in the region.

Surrounded by vineyards and orchards, especially those cherry trees full of ripe fruit, I marveled at the fact that every single tree provides hundreds if not thousands of pieces of fruit, and each piece of fruit carries the seed (or pit) of a potential tree. Every single tree carries the possibility of so many more trees, of so much more fruit. The idea made me happy, calm, and hopeful. Those feelings are harder to come by in a world going through so much chaos and change that fears are amplified, to say the least.

This got me thinking: staying in tune with the natural reality of abundance might be the antidote to the kind of scarcity mentality that underlies so many of our existential fears. Fears of loss, loneliness, pain, deprivation, conflict, danger. These are valid fears depending on circumstances, but have you ever noticed how so much of what we fear is “man made”? Most of our suffering comes from terrorizing and depriving each other. 

Nature’s tune is abundance. Look at leaves on trees, blades of grade in meadows, mushrooms in forests—have you ever seen the many poppy seeds that come from a single flower’s seed head?! Though, at times, Nature weathers droughts, fires, floods, and blight, and such events impact abundance, it's not usually for too long. Eventually Nature recovers.

The myriad fears we humans suffer from, natural and manufactured, impact our minds to the degree that we seem to remain in a perpetual fear loop, creating more and worse fears for ourselves and each other. How do we recover?

We frequently say that love is the opposite of fear, its antidote, but where is the love? How do we access it? Why doesn’t it flow more freely and hold back the tides of too much fear? Fears breed desires for control and domination, for convoluted excuses to justify strategies we say are for safety but which often lead to violence and create even more fear. We might even say it’s a justification for love, that this end is worth justifying any means. But I’m not convinced.

I believe the true antidote to fear is wonder. It’s the missing link on the way to love. A kind of bridge. Without a restored state of wonder, love does not bloom.

In a state of wonder, we let go of our preoccupation with fear. For a moment, or longer, we align with the miraculousness of the world as it is. Vital, varied, and abundant.

After recognizing this in our surroundings, it’s not not much of a leap to tune into that miraculousness in ourselves—and each other. A single breath sends oxygenated blood through our veins; a single smile lights up thousands of neurons in the brain of the smiler as well as the receiver of the smile; a single hug stimulates nerve endings and the release of hormones that trigger good and healing feelings.

We, too, are abundant aspects of Nature. Like the cherry tree, we bear the potential of much more than we at first appear to be. To quell fear—to not let it rot the fruit and wither the leaves of your life—nurture wonder. From there, it’s an easier leap to love.

"Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.”

~ Wayne Dyer ~

My Promise: Always April, Never AI 🌟

I promise I won’t use AI to communicate with you. To be clear, I’m not anti-AI. Though I am pro-human (will we need a term like that going forward?…).

Artificial Intelligence is the genie that’s never going back in the bottle. It’s here and evolving alongside us now, but it isn’t us, and never will be. Unless we let it.

Some of us are full of amazement and enthusiasm for AI’s capabilities and potential. Others are dismissive and fearful. A friend of a friend said, “You either love it or you hate it.” I disagree. I might say that about black licorice or durian, or about fascist detentions or exploitative corruption, but I’d never say that about technology in its raw forms. There are always pros and cons, and a very wide middle ground, when it comes to new technologies (so beware false binaries).

If AI can help us diagnose and possibly discover cures for degenerative diseases, I’m interested. If AI systems can build models to help us mitigate or even reverse climate change, I want that help. (When it comes to populating Mars, I don’t care a whit; I love Earth—can we please save it, or at least save it from ourselves?)

I’m old enough to remember the advent of the ATM machine. We were all a little suspicious at first but soon got used to it. Same with home computers, smart phones, and social media (that hasn’t aged well, just sayin’). I don’t think there’s anything wrong with feeling initially excited or frightened by new technology, but once the emotional wave has passed, thoughtful consideration has to kick in.

I’ve thoughtfully considered my boundaries for AI, especially around creativity and relationships. This short article from the Guardian (from Mar 29th) explains some of my rationale, and I’ve pulled this quote from writer, Joseph Earp:

“What I am not happy to outsource is most of the things that AI is desperate for me to outsource. I do not want a computer to summarise texts sent by my friends into shorter sentences, as though the work of being updated on the lives of those I love is somehow strenuous or not what being alive is all about. I do not want Google’s AI feature to summarise my search into a pithy (often incorrect) paragraph, rather than reading the investigative work of my fellow humans. I don’t want AI to clean up the pictures that I take on my phone that are rich and strange in their messiness.

And I certainly do not want AI to write my books for me, or paint my pictures. Not only would the work be terrible: it wouldn’t even be work. As all creatives know, there is limited joy in having written a book – as soon as it is done, most of us are on to the next thing. The thrill, the joy, the beauty, is in the writing of a book. If you outsource your creative work to a computer, you are not a creative. Someone who merely churns out product is not an artist – they are a salesperson. The artist is the person who makes, not who has made.”

I appreciate technology that helps me create—a computer with a word processor, internet access to research, and the printing press and film technology that gave me the books and movies that stimulated my imagination enough to want to create for myself. But technology that creates with me or for me feels… wrong. To me.

To me, the pervasive presence of AI calls me to double down on being human. It’s human to want to create. It’s also human to want those creations to be the best they can be and certain technologies often help with that, but creative work meant for human appreciation, I think, needs to be made by other humans. Great works of art speak to the heart about the human condition and hint at its mystery, its messiness, its humanity.

For years, especially since the industrial revolution, we’ve been trying to work smarter and faster, boosting efficiency, productivity, and profitability. We’ve modeled ourselves after machines, but now machines are modeling themselves after us. It’s time to get clear on what it really means to be human, and we’re still figuring that out! Art has always helped us reckon with this brief, mysterious encounter that lies between birth and death. Let’s not be so willing to sacrifice it.

Many people are turning to AI to enhance their creativity, while others are using it to replace therapists, counsellors, and coaches. (Some are even using it to create ideal virtual mates.) Yet humans do two things in distinctly human ways: making art and relating to each other. Neither are meant to be easy, but the efforts invested in both are experientially rewarding. Why would we outsource either to machines, as sophisticated as they might become?

Can these smarter machines help us improve ourselves? Maybe. If we use them properly. AI can summarize any number of self help books for you, or spiritual texts, or relationship guides, and you might absorb that guidance and apply it wonderfully in your life. But such a crash course in information doesn't take the place trial-and-error experience.

Keep in mind that algorithms are designed for behaviour modification and profit. New technologies are never made widely available until they’re known to be profitable. Profit lies in the gap between the actual costs of something and the tolerable costs of that thing. What will people pay, trade, or sacrifice for it?

Relationships aren’t meant to be profitable but rather reciprocal, which involves a give and take of value. And while one party might benefit more than another at any given time, that’s not the point of the bond. Art is reciprocal too. The give and take of what is made and shown, the inspiration and insight taken in, furthers the creation of more art. You fell in love with painting or writing because it gave you something first and you wanted to give back. Art produced solely for profit, or with tools made for profit, loses some of its soulful mystery, that strange human element that gives itself freely to art and relationships and yields priceless benefits. (Yes, we still have to eat and keep a roof over our heads, but most of us know how different it feels to take what you love and try to squeeze as much profit from it as possible.)

Don’t get me wrong, I think AI will help us in amazing ways. It better. But a lot of the people behind its spread of use are in it for the profit. I choose not to be. I won’t trade my humanity for something that isn’t meant to reciprocate, even as it tries to make me believe it will.

And so I promise you: though I type on a keyboard, use software to send you this email, and pay for Zoom so we can meet face to face wherever we each might be on the planet, it will always be me behind the tools. I will direct them rather than let them direct me.

Ideally, technology helps us solve problems but does not override the distinctly human experience of life. In the words of Soren Kierkegaard: “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”

“Where I create, there I am true.”

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

The Luck of the Irish ☘️

Leprechauns, rainbows, and lucky shamrocks. Ireland possess a kind of mysterious magic in spite of its sometimes troubled and tragic past.

My paternal grandmother was Irish. She emigrated from the Galway region of Ireland to the United States in 1922 at the tender age of seventeen. When I first saw the 2015 film, Brooklyn, (based on Colm Tóibín’s novel of the same name) I thought of my grandmother’s story, which, of course, took place more than a generation before that of fictional character, Eilis Lacey.

Ireland in the late teens and twenties was rife with conflict and change. It was a revolutionary period, with the Easter Rising, the War of Independence, the Irish Civil War, and the establishment of the Irish Free State all taking place between 1916 and 1923.

My great-grandfather was a farmer with too many mouths to feed, so poverty, along with national conflict, influenced my grandmother’s departure. The “new world” provided new hope and opportunity for her as it did for so many others.

Most of us have ancestors who hailed from somewhere else, whether it’s one generation back or five. And some of us are the immigrants. (In fact, I immigrated to Canada from the U.S. as a one-year-old baby.)

Issues related to travel, immigration, choosing where to live, or being forced out of zones known as home are as active now as they were a hundred years ago. We humans have been moving around this planet through choice and choicelessness for ages. Especially as it’s become logistically, technologically, and politically easier to do so.

A friend said recently: “Isn’t it amazing that within a matter of hours on a plane we can land in a completely different part of the world?” From desert to mountains, from one ocean to another, from the tropics to the arctics, we can move around more easily and affordably than ever before (carbon footprint and colonization arguments aside for the moment, it’s pretty mind blowing, isn’t it?). We don’t have to spend a week on a ship crossing the Atlantic to go from Europe to the U.S., unless we want to. And unlike our ancestors, we don’t have to be gone months, years, or a lifetime.

My grandmother only went home once after her first son was born (my father’s oldest brother). She made her home in a new country with others who had emigrated one or two generations earlier. She naturalized, put down roots, left progeny, lived and died in her chosen country. Her chosen home.

Her commitment to her new country meant we lost touch with any family remaining in Ireland, but when I visited there for the first time in 2015, I felt a vibration of home in my heart. I felt the magic of the place, too, which is available to anyone open to feeling it.

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”

~ WB Yeats ~

"Remember, remember always, that all of us, you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.”

~ President Franklin D. Roosevelt ~

Uncertainty Springs Eternal 🌸

Even in uncertain times spring shows up. Cherry blossoms open to the sun, green shoots rise up from the dark earth, birdsong fills the air. Nature reminds us that life is change. Even in uncertain times.

And we are living them, aren’t we? We all feel it, globally and personally. And we’re all trained to do something about our feelings, even if we don’t know what that doing should be. But we also know that acting impulsively often has unwelcome consequences—an angry email sent too soon is regretted later, a piece of writing we don’t like is shredded or burned before its potential is revealed. A hot emotion craves release yet often leaves destruction its wake. That old advice to take a deep breath and count to ten? It’s good. Especially in uncertain times.

With all the chaos streaming around us, let’s make a conscious decision to not add to it. That takes some work. We need to be extra vigilante about recognizing our triggers and have constructive ways to deal with them; we need to be more aware that others feel just like us, maybe worse, and we must tolerate that and, on our good days, do something positive to uplift others; we also need to make extra room for what nourishes and sustains us personally. It’s not a time to go without good thoughts, words, and deeds. The extra effort will pay off in the moment and later.

So don’t give in to fear; expand courage. Don’t succumb to hate; rise to love and tolerance. Don’t surrender to despair; stand with possibility and vision.

As a writer you have the tools to do this at your fingertips— you can take the coldness of your despair and the heat of your rage to the page. Your hands can be channels of insight rather than fists of might. Don’t they say the pen is mightier than the sword? Ideas last longer than bruises.

I don’t mean to sound Pollyannaish here. Though I do believe writing is powerful action—words galvanize people to do both good and ill—other actions are no doubt required now too—voting, marching, engaging in difficult conversations with people who think differently (and consider reviewing Timothy Snyder's Twenty Lessons from On Tyranny).

Remember that you, as a writer, are trained to deal with uncertainty and chaos thanks to your practice of repeatedly facing the blank page. What does the blank page teach us? That the story isn’t fully written yet. In its blankness lies possibility, if we have the vision for it. Don’t sacrifice that vision to the storms of chaos. Preserve it, like the stillness in the eye of a storm. Purge your inner chaos onto the page—burn or shred that one if you want—and let the uncertainty of the times trigger not only fear, anger, and despair but also wisdom, love, vision, and tolerance.

The story’s still being written. Which part are you writing?

"The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next." 

~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~

“For the times they are a-changin'.”

~ Bob Dylan ~

P.S. The writings and creations of others can uplift, soothe, and strengthen in these times. Two Buddhist-themed books I turn to: Pema Chodron’s, Comfortable with Uncertainty and The Wisdom of Insecurity, by Alan Watts. I also like to reread Paul Coelho’s, The Alchemist, and Siddhartha, by Herman Hesse now and again.

And just last week I watched the Oscar-winning animated feature, Flow, by Latvian director, Gints Zilbalodis. See this film! The literal wordlessness of it was wonderfully calming. Another, older favourite Oscar-winning animated feature is Hayao Miyazaki’s, Spirited Away—surreal, mystical, and heartfelt. Not wordless but wonderfully weird. (Japanese with English dubbing.)

SMWC + The Politics of Writing 🧑‍🤝‍🧑

I just got home from Mexico, where I attended the San Miguel Writers Conference. This was the conference’s 20th anniversary, and the team put on a great event, with powerful keynote addresses from the likes of John Irving, Margaret Atwood, and Ruth Riechl, to name a few. I had the privilege of presenting three sold out workshops, and I met so many brilliant writers, of whom many, I’m sure, will become friends.

What struck me most about the conference was the potency of community. At SMWC, there are communities within communities—the Mexican youth, the keynote luminaries, the generous faculty members, the creative and enthusiastic attendees, the different people from different countries writing in different genres. Yet, everyone is bound by a love of words, and stories, and truth—the kind of truth that makes the world a better place for everyone.

In this divided, unpredictable time we’re living in, contentious popular politics were left outside the venue, and a politics of humanity prevailed inside, especially the part that supports everyone to speak and write according to heart-based truth.

Gathering as a creative community, whether in a town in the middle of Mexico or your own living room, requires a significant amount of trust and a belief that creative, heart-based, truth-telling matters. We must agree on some fundamental principles. We can disagree on how we might solve a problem (pantsters and plotters have been debating for decades), and we might even discuss how to define a problem, or if there even is one, but at minimum we must agree to make room for everyone—every member of the body politic—to have a say, if they want to.

Writers make room for each other in much the same way they make room for the words in their lives. This room-making is a fundamental principle of creativity—and for living with one’s humanity intact. Reading and writing has always helped keep humanity intact (even if/when it fosters disagreements). When we stop telling stories, when we stop sharing stories, when we stop listening to humanity’s variety of stories, we lose trust; we lose heart.

Mexican keynote author, Jorgé Hernandez cautioned us to beware of those who don’t read. Margaret Atwood, resisting any label of prophet, reminded us that in any oppressive regime, there’s always a resistance, and poet, Kaveh Akbar, connected our struggles with grief and isolation now to poetry written thousands of years ago, pointing out that this isn’t the first time we’ve been in a place like this, and it likely won’t be the last.

Most writers don’t claim to be political per se. Percival Everett, author of the book Erasure that was adapted to the screen as the film American Fiction, says his books “just come to him,” and yet, his newly released novel, James powerfully yet subtly addresses America’s slave history through story.

The core of politics is rooted in the debates and discourses about how we decide to live together as individuals and members of societies. Stories, in their specificity of time, place, characters, and situations, contribute to this discourse. Writers grapple with questions pertaining to how we, as individuals, can live and thrive together in groups, as societies. Writers don’t necessarily provide answers to the questions, but they keep the conversation going. They play with the possibilities that arise from asking: How do we strike a balance between “me” and “we”? How do we avoid veering too far into the darkness of “us” versus “them”?

So, the act of writing is political whether you think of it that way or not, because it’s part of how you, as an individual, wonder about and grapple with the questions of the time you live in, your personal experiences, and your place—and our human place—in the larger world.

Own your choices as the political acts that they are: to be a creator, a writer, a truth teller who aims to contribute something meaningful that makes the world a brighter rather than a darker place. Then go do it.

"No book is genuinely free from political bias. The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude" 

~ George Orwell ~

“War is what happens when language fails.”

~ Margaret Atwood ~

The Stories You Choose to Live, Read, and Write 📚

We are all living stories. Stories are all around us and working through us. We make stories. Our lives are stories. 

Paying attention to the stories we’re choosing to live can offer insights into the choices we’re making now or could make later.

When I say we’re living stories, I’m not referring to a solipsistic perspective that we’re always making up our own realities. Rather, I’m calling attention to the way we use stories to understand ourselves and the world.

We make up stories individually and collectively about our identities and beliefs. These stories drive our choices and actions. Consequences ensue. This is in large part what gives our lives a sense of meaning. Stories shape, inform, guide, and determine who we are.

And while all these stories matter, it can be helpful to remember that they are stories.

Thinking about our lives as stories is a useful practice (and one I’m exploring more and more). When you think of your life as a story, you might ask yourself: am I satisfied with the starring role in my own life as well as the bit parts I play in other peoples’ lives? Do I need or want to change anything? If so, why? To what purpose? Stepping back further, you might see patterns in your life that reveal deeper aspects of yourself you’ve forgotten or are just waking up to.

Yet, as interesting as it is to edit and improve the individual stories we’re currently living, there comes a time to step outside of the stories all together and have a good long look at what we’re doing with our powers of creation. We are capable of creating stories of love and peace yet the world continues to be full of pain and suffering. 

This year our individual and collective stories seem fraught with intensity, tension, and conflict. Outcomes are uncertain. I don't think we should give up on the potential for positive breakthroughs, but our future depends on the stories we’re living, listening to, and writing about right now.

What kinds of stories are you living? Reading? Writing? Are they contributing to your own growth and healing? How does the story you’re living impact the world? Are your stories calling you to grow and change?

Let’s write—and live—the kinds of individual and collective stories that can carry us through and beyond 2025. Let’s accept the call to venture out into the mystery of the stories and lives yet to be written and lived. Let’s use our powers of creation to pave the way for new, nourishing stories to be told.

In the words of my brilliant writer-friend, Paul Belserene: “Write as if you’re reading it; read as if you’re writing it. Write as if you’re living it; live as if you’re writing it.”

Write. Read. Live.

"After nourishment, shelter, and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world." 

~ Philip Pullman~

“You write your life story by the choices you make.”

~ Helen Mirren ~

Dancing into the Light in 2025 💃⭐🕺

I said goodbye to a very dear elder of mine over the holidays. My Great Aunt Elaine passed away peacefully on Christmas Day. She was 96 years old and, up until ten days prior, when she had a stroke, she'd still been living independently and hosting parties, including cooking a Thanksgiving turkey for her friends last month. One of the last meals we cooked together, when I visited in November, was lobster tails sautéed in butter and lemon and paired with blanched asparagus. 

Elaine was an amazing woman right up to the end, an inspiration to me and countless others.

She was a dancer most of her life, as well as a nationally recognized choreographer and teacher. She opened a ballet school, created three dance companies, and designed the dance program for the University of Toledo. She was creative through and through. 

Vivacious, fierce, funny, persistent, wild, and curious, her take on modern dance drew on spirituality, anthropology, pop culture, and the human potential movement. She loved and encouraged everyone she met, though she didn't suffer fools gladly.

She moved through life with grace and determination. She died that way too.

I will be unravelling her legacy over the coming year(s). I am determined to honor her memory by living her lessons. Her life was movement, and she moved through the world moving others with her wisdom and passion for all life had to offer. She believed in the human being in all its fullness. And I intend to dance into the new year carrying her light.

This past week I've had to call many people to tell them she's gone, and several have responded to my news with spontaneous sobbing. She had that kind of impact on others. They felt her love. The light of her body may have gone out, but each of us touched by her carries it within and can choose to let her spirit burn brightly through our own hearts.

My great aunt lived a full, creative life. And though this note to you on this last day of the year isn't so much about writing, it is about celebrating how a life devoted to creativity is a life of love of your chosen practice and of loving everyone and everything you come into contact with.

If you have en elder in your life who inspires you, spend time with them. If they're gone already, call on their spirit to be an ancestor. And become such a person if you can. Pass on the light of your love and creativity to as many people as you can. Share your gifts as often and as freely as you can.

As we enter this new year, more light and love will be called for. Each of you holds a bright, creative spark in your hearts. Let it burn with a passion. Let it guide your way.

Love your coffee (or tea) AND your life! ☕

Do you love your morning coffee or tea? Do you anticipate it, revel in, feel nourished and sustained by it as you begin your day?

I think our attachments to our small rituals in the morning are symbolic of our attachment to our deep love of life. It’s hard to contain such a big love, so we hold onto it and express it in smaller ways. Ultimately, it’s this love of life that must be our anchor as we live though our strange modern times.

Most people feel overwhelmed by—even afraid of— the 21st century’s “unprecedented” changes in technology, politics, and climate. With recent profound and disturbing leaps in AI technology and extreme climate disasters, not to mention rising racism and misogyny, it’s more than understandable. Some of us are asking, “Where is the love?”

Every generation makes the mistake of thinking their existential challenges are somehow new and different—unprecedented. But go back and read articles or listen to talks from the 60s (I’ve been listening to Alan Watts’ talks lately) or the early 80s (ie, Joseph Campbell interviews), or the 20s or 30s, or writings from the mid to late 1800s (Henry David Thoreau, anyone?), and you’ll find thoughtful speakers and writers saying the same sorts of things we’re saying: We are living in unprecedented times; Technology is changing so fast and making us so anxious; We’re longing for something calmer, softer, or more peaceful.

It’s sobering to realize every generation feels this. “But this is different!” we all say. “Never has XYZ happened!”

While the specific challenges of each generation are indeed different, the fact that each generation faces challenges is not. The specifics matter, of course. Our generation must take up our responsibilities to address extreme climate changes and leaps in emerging AI technology, and we must do our part to rein in racism and sexism. Future generations will have to take up their responsibilities, which will be impacted by what we do—or don’t do—now. Because we all inherit the actions—or non-actions—of the past, and that results in the specific content we have to deal with.

We can torture ourselves with the what ifs about the past: What if we’d done more to protect the environment in the 70s and 80s? Where might we be now? What if Oppenheimer hadn’t invent the atomic bomb in the 40s? What if XYZ?… 

Or we can rise to the challenges of the what ifs about the future: What if we don’t stop using fossil fuels? What if we do? What if we don’t regulate and humanize AI tech? What if we do?  What if we don’t impose limits on cruelty based on sex and skin color? What if we do?

The fact is: If the specifics of the past had been different, then the specifics of the present would be too. So, the details do matter, because what we choose to do now results in the specifics others will have to deal with later. And we should all care about that and align our actions to our values as best we can to manifest better visions of the future. Existential challenges will persist, but we can do our small parts right now to affect the scope and content of those challenges.

Starting with your morning coffee or tea…

Use this doorway of small pleasures in your life to reconnect with the great unfathomable love you have for life in all its wonder and complexity. When you find yourself asking: Where is the love? Recognize it’s in each one of us. Right here. Right now. Stay connected to that love when you ask your “what if” questions.

See yourself as part of a greater whole making your difference in some small way. Align with love from your first sip in the morning until your head hits your pillow each night. Trust you have a role to play in the the much larger scheme of existential reality.

And remember: as a specific element in your time and place you matter. So make something—of your life and your art—that you believe will make the world a slightly better place for others now and in the future (including yourself).

“You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”

~ Mary Oliver ~

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has." 

~ Margaret Mead~

Flexibility & Fortitude 👊✌️

Persistence and perseverance come up a lot when it comes to writing and creativity, but lately I'm considering the word “fortitude,” which means having courage in the face of adversity. It points to a state of mental and emotional strength that enables a person to encounter danger or bear pain or adversity with courage--the root of which is coeur, meaning “heart” in French.

Strength of heart. Strength of mind. We need these right now.

Every generation faces some form of social, political, and existential turmoil. And we’re deep in our own present-day version of that. A phase for the history books for sure, but, meanwhile, we’re living the reality of it day-to-day. And that takes fortitude.

The word is rooted in the Latin, fortitudo, from fortis, which gives us the French word for strong (fort), which the English and others borrowed for physical structures like fortresses and forts, also known as strongholds.

But we also need flexibility, which is from the Latin, flexibilis, from flexus, meaning “to cause to go in a different direction, bend, curve.” We need to be willing to adapt, to bend or curve in response to changing conditions. The tree that bends in the wind can do so because of strong roots.

In times of chaos, confusion, or strife, the impulse might be to build a protective wall around us and pull up the drawbridge to keep danger out. But this doesn’t work in the long run.

As turmoil spreads, where can we turn? What can we rely on? Firstly, ourselves—we need to clean up our own acts to be of use to anyone else. Secondly, each other—because we don’t live in a vacuum, and we can’t survive as if we’re islands unto ourselves.

We must build capacities within ourselves so that we can respectfully share rather than spill our fears, anger, and sadness on others. Such capacities can help us help others bear up, and in doing so, they might be there for us when we falter.

This being human isn’t a fixed state. It’s a constant flow of emotions and ever changing situations to react and respond to. Reaction can be knee-jerk, rooted in old, unhelpful patterns, but with some degree of fortitude, and flexibility, we can respond more thoughtfully, calmly, and with an awareness of a “bigger picture.” As events in the world appear to be unraveling, we are naturally triggered. So many people are behaving badly. Many others are suffering, often needlessly, and this is both painful to experience and also to witness. (Research has shown that observing others being bullied or abused creates stress and trauma in the observers, not just the victims.)

How do we respond to this? How do we first stand our own ground, and then, if we have some extra resources, how do we also stand up for others? We can’t run into action from an emotionally triggered reactive place. We’ll only add to the mess. Fortitude means responding to adversity with courage, which means heart is involved too. How can the heart lead us through our challenges?

A writer friend shared a Finnish word, sisu, which is like fortitude, but it adds extra, useful layers denoting strength of will, determination, perseverance, and acting rationally in the face of adversity. It also implies an ability to sustain one’s courage over time, a lifetime even.

Others have gone before us. Others artists had to contend with social and political turmoil in their times and relied on flexibility and fortitude to navigate their life and career challenges.

Frida Kahlo experienced a lot of physical pain as a young woman, but she painted nonetheless, moving fluidly between folk art and surrealism. James Baldwin faced racial and sexual discrimination and met these challenges with a sense of flexibility in genre choice and writing styles, using essays, novels, and plays to share his ideas. Toni Morrison turned experiences of racism and sexism into important stories about deep issues with heavy themes using a range of narrative styles. Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath suffered from mental health issues, and while they had untimely ends, they were expressive and experimental in the creative work they left behind, and this paved new paths for artists who came after them.

Each of those artists lived through some degree of social and political strife. And now here we are too, facing our own challenges. As we cultivate our own capacities for flexibility and fortitude, let’s ask ourselves: Will we use our creativity to build walls around ourselves or bridges between each other?

“Hardship, in forcing us to exercise greater patience and forbearance in daily life, actually makes us stronger and more robust. From the daily experience of hardship comes a greater capacity to accept difficulties without losing our sense of inner calm. Of course, I do not advocate seeking out hardship as a way of life, but merely wish to suggest that, if you relate to it constructively, it can bring greater inner strength and fortitude.” 

~ Dalai Lama ~

“Patience and fortitude conquer all things.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

An Appreciation for Lulls 🐛

September has been so full and rich with ideas and activities that I'm re-learning an appreciation for the "lull." 

But before I get to that, let me share with you that the retreat was a huge highlight of my year. Stowel Lake Farm was a wonderful location, and OMG--the food!! The participants were stellar, the conversations deep and rich, and the daily creative work poured forth steadily and productively. Everyone got a lot done, and there was still time for massages, yoga, and glasses of wine at the end of the day! I've included a few pictures below. (I had so much fun I think I want to do it again, so I'll keep you posted as those ideas unfold...)

My good friend Sabrina, from Hamburg, Germany, attended the retreat and stayed on to visit a while. This allowed us to take a side trip to visit a writer-friend, Kathryn, in Portland as well as offer a live webinar on a new and interesting topic that blended both our areas of expertise and gave us each a chance to explore new territory and expand our interests. We called the talk, "Stories to Live and Die For" (a recording is on youtube now) and it went so well we're going to delve into a second conversation on Sunday, November 3rd.

But first, a lull please. This strange yet soothing word dates back to Middle English and relates to the Latin, lallare, which means to sing to sleep, and the Swedish lulla, as in lullaby. Today we take it to mean a period of rest or soothing, or a period of reduced activity, or, nautically speaking, a period without waves or wind. I'm ready for a period like this. Time to read, think, write, reflect. I came across this quote by an 18th Century writer named Ann Radcliffe that captures my feeling: “When her life was discomposed…a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.” (Interestingly, Radcliffe was a money making female writer in her time.)

In the writing world a "writing lull" is similar to a "writing block," and seen as negative, but I see the value in lulls, whether in the process of writing or within actual stories. Little lulls are needed to break up tension, integrate plot consequences, and give space for characters to grow believably. We may need to have more tension-relieving moments in life than in stories. Elmore Leonard cautioned us to, "Try to leave out all the parts readers skip." From a story perspective, I agree. But from a living perspective, lulls are needed.

I had been feeling inspired to focus this newsletter on the topic of writing and friendship, but I think I'll let Maria Popova's article on Henry Miller on Friendship and the Relationship Between Creativity and Community speak for me this time. Dig into this lovely meditation full of fun rabbit hole-links to wander through, or simply appreciate a personal "lull" by closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, and just letting things be.

“I must rest here a moment, even if all the orcs ever spawned are after us.”

~ J.R.R. Tolkien ~

“That’s what you’re looking for as a writer when you’re working. You’re looking for your own freedom.” 

~ Philip Roth ~

Your Writing Vows 💍🖋️

My eldest daughter got married last weekend! 

In a moving ceremony I witnessed her and her fiancé, now husband, declare their vows to each other with heartfelt, life affirming words they intend to live by all their lives long. I teared up, felt my heart flutter, and breathed in the depth of their intentions.

Pledging your love and life to someone is potent, and it gives birth—figuratively and sometimes literally—to a third vital energy, something only those two joined forces can create.

The ceremony got me thinking of writing vows—not the act of writing vows but making vows to the writing itself. I’ve often suggested we think of our writing in terms of a friendly or romantic relationship, one we make time for, nurture, negotiate with, and trust thoroughly even when times get tough. A relationship we devote ourselves to. When a quality of devotion is present within artistic pursuits, the process is made more fulfilling than the product or outcome.

Have you ever made vows to your writing? Vows are different from promises, which depend on future fulfillment. Promises always come later. Vows take place in the here and now, they are expected to be embodied, to be lived out, “from this day forward.” A future is implied here as well, but the devotional action starts now.

Having one foot in and one foot out—whether in a human relationship or a writing one— seems to limit the depths of possibilities that arise from the gifts of commitment. What would it take for you to fully commit to your writing? Right here. Right now. Even by phrasing the question with what would it take or what will it take we’re naturally deferring to the future. Isn’t that interesting? But what if we didn’t defer or delay until some condition is met? What if the vow was now? Which vows can you offer your writing in this moment?

• I vow to cherish my urge to write.

• I vow to honor that urge by providing time and space, internally and externally, to write.

• I vow to honor and appreciate whatever I write, have written, or will write.

• I vow to write from a place of love and wisdom rather than fear and insecurity.

Many years ago, in the late 90s, Jan Phillips’ “Artist’s Creed,” which is included in her book, Marry Your Muse: Making a Lasting Commitment to Your Creativity, helped me to deepen my commitment to writing. Her list of beliefs moved me closer to taking up writing vows. The Creed begins with: “I believe I am worth the time it takes to create whatever I feel called to create.” The rest of it can be found and downloaded here.

Now, as I feel inspired to renew my writing vows, I’m also asking myself what my deepest writing urges are in the context of what I feel is most significant for me to have written before this life as “April" is done. These thoughts have led to a collaboration with fellow writer and “story nurse,” Sabrina Görlitz, on a free series of webinars we’re calling Stories to Live & Die For: Writing, Living, and Dying with Your Whole Heart .

I know that those of you reading this blog take your writing seriously enough, but today I ask you to strengthen your relationship with your writing by making a deeper commitment by creating your own writing vows. Allow yourself to express that unique vital energy that only you, joined with your writing process, can create.

“A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.” 

~ Junot Diaz~

“Commitment is an act, not a word.”

~ Jean Paul Sartre ~

Community, Productivity, Renewal

Recently, someone asked me: “Why do you lead writing retreats?” One of the main reasons has to do with my belief in community building.

I believe in community spaces and community time. And I believe that when you devote time and space to communities, especially creative ones, several things are possible: individual and group productivity; individual and group healing; individual and group change.

At a retreat, there’s bound to be someone quite a bit like you. And there’s bound to be someone very different from you (as well as several someones in between). One or more of these people will become friends, others may be teachers, but in both instances you’re exposed to different people from different places and you can’t help but learn, grow, and change for the better a little or a lot.

Another reason for offering writing retreats has to do with how challenging writing itself can be. It isn’t easy but we think it should be. Being with others reminds us of this disconnect between the task of writing and how we feel about it, and it renews our resolve to rise to challenges, persist despite setbacks, and celebrate our own and each other’s successes.

Writers spend a lot of time alone and can get lost in their own self-deprecation and self-aggrandizement. Being with others reminds us that these inner polarities are based in our imaginations rather than in reality.

I’ve seen time and again how much more productive writers are when they’re working alongside each other in a “together alone” situation compared to when they’re totally on their own. Whether online or in person, a group of writers toiling in each other’s presence is noticeably more focused and productive. Positive group energy nurtures individual goals.

Another reason is that I know if I, personally, benefit from a change of scene to renew my perspective and enliven my creativity then others must too. A writing retreat isn’t as intense as a five country tour around Europe, or a family holiday afar, or attempting yet failing to find time to write on a business trip or a getaway with a spouse. A retreat offers dedicated time to write in a different, slightly unusual spot. You may have a garden at home, but you don’t have to weed the one at the retreat location. You may be a great cook and eat well, but on a retreat you get to eat delicious food lovingly prepared by others whose job it is to help you relax and focus on your creativity. You may not like to leave your own bed, but waking up in quiet comfort elsewhere will shake up your perceptions—and you’ll probably dream differently.

Writers depend so much on their imaginations for inspiration, but they sometimes forget that inspiration needs life experiences to nurture it too. A retreat is just enough of a different experience to stimulate the senses while also meeting the more quotidian needs of an imagination at work.

Writers benefit from forays into the world that don’t fully pull them off the path of creativity. Retreats provide the environments—physical, mental, emotional—that help writers recommit to their love of the act of writing and of their choice to be a writer in this strange, interesting world. A world that needs artists of all kinds, especially writers, to help make sense of it, celebrate it, and point out its sacredness.

“I would advise any beginning writer to write the first drafts as if no one else will ever read them — without a thought about publication — and only in the last draft to consider how the work will look from the outside.”

~ Anne Tyler~

Gushing Fountain or Steady Stream? ⛲🖋️💦

We all create differently. At times, the muse inflames us and we rush to our laptops or notebooks and let the inspiration pour forth. Other times, we show up regularly, routinely, and work methodically. 

I know one writer who only writes while traveling, and since she knows this about herself, when she she has a project in mind she plans several trips and works intensely in spurts of several days of long hours. Her work gushes forth like a fountain turned on for a few days and then she returns to the business of her life. Meanwhile, the project keeps percolating in the background until her energy builds for her next trip dedicated to focusing on the writing project.

Another writer I know writes a little every day. He’s up early and tends to his writing projects first, before getting into his other business. His steady routine allows him to complete several writing projects every year.

What’s your proclivity? Do you like to work intensely for shorter stretches of time? Or do you prefer to have a regular daily routine? Are you a gushing fountain or a steady stream?

Our individual characters and ways of living makes us lean one way or the other, but particular projects may demand a certain way of working too. Some ideas gush out almost fully formed and demand an intensity of attention, while others need longer to gestate and steadily take shape; they may require less time daily but more time annually for the process of drafting, rewriting, and revising. Your personal character plus the particular project will affect your approach to getting the writing done.

Even so, I’ve found that most writers struggle in some way with the nature of the project and/or themselves. That old saying, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,” plagues everyone sometimes and writers quite often. A gushing fountain writer longs to experience the steady stream’s regular, disciplined routine. A steady stream writer wants a taste of the fountain’s intensity and wild productivity.

It seems to be in writers’ natures to feel unsatisfied to some degree while working (and only somewhat satisfied after having worked--full satisfaction seems elusive and probably shouldn’t be sought).

While most of us can achieve a degree of satisfaction working as either fountains or streams, we are all capable of both ways of writing. So experiment with your flow sometimes. Mix things up. Give yourself opportunities to get away to write intensely a couple of times each year. Practice a regular writing habit for a few weeks or months at a time.

Figure out which way of working feels more energizing and satisfying for you. Sometimes it just takes changing things up temporarily to revitalize creative flow.

“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the tap is turned on.”

~ Louis L'Amour ~

“No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”

~ Martha Graham~

🦶Every Writer Walks a Unique Path: Success, Envy, and Being Yourself

Most of us have a nasty habit of comparing ourselves to other writers and authors. Let’s stop. We each walk a unique path of creativity and fulfillment.

President Theodore Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” That’s reason enough to curtail comparing, but another good reason is to avoid the risk of being drawn down the dark road of envy.

Envy is defined as: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by another’s possessions, qualities, or luck.

When you’ve been writing for a long time and still haven’t experienced the kind of success you’d hoped for, envy finds its way in.

Writers want to experience success in their vocations just like anyone else. In many fields, a desire for personal success is often connected to a belief that social recognition and increased status will make us more lovable and worthy of attention. But even deeper than this, perhaps unconscious, is a fundamental longing to be a part of something that matters.

For writers, this longing is usually activated by having read something that mattered to us when we were young. Something that changed us, that woke us up to the possibility that we could be creative too.

A desire to be successful at something that is personally meaningful seems reasonable enough to me. But the journey between realizing one’s desire to create and becoming a person— like a writer—who makes things to share with the world (and maybe even gets paid for it), can be a long one. On that long and winding road one feels many things, including admiration for those writers one strives to emulate. But over time admiration can twist into envy. When it does, try to learn from it.

If you envy an author’s success it usually means you also want such success, but it feels out of reach. Envy arises when what we long for feels too far away from our own reality. We tend to admire what we believe is still within reach.

The antidote to envy and comparison is to first lean into your individuality, to go back to your initial hopes and dreams and take stock.

What dreams do you have for your writer-self? What is the reality you perceive around you right now? How big is the gap between? And within that gap, how many steps would it take to get from reality to dream? How many of those are within your control?

Every single writer has their own row to hoe in the great garden of the creative writing world. No two lives are the same and no two voices are the same.

Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Douglas Adams, Maya Angelou, Stephen King, and James Joyce have little in common with each other—divided by time and taste and so much more—but they all share(d) a common commitment to the written word. They dreamed, drafted, revised, and submitted their work. And each possessed the kind of talent, tenacity, and luck that supported getting their work published and having it last.

Though I typed that list of writers randomly, on reflection I’ve learned something big or small from each of them at some point. I bet you have too.

We all need role models, but we cannot be them. We can only be ourselves—unabashedly, authentically, and unapologetically.

As we write, no doubt we’ll fall short of our envied and admired ideals, but we will allow something new to enter the world, something that can only come through our unique ways of seeing the world.

It makes no sense to compare ourselves to writers of the past, or even those in the present, except to acknowledge the common element that truly matters: a love for and commitment to the written word.

The writers of the past didn’t know if they would become known, successful, stand the test of time, or remain unknown forever, but they wrote anyway. Those of us writing now will be, in the future, the writers of the past. Known and unknown. That last bit is a gamble, and mostly out of our control, except for the foundational part: doing the actual writing in our inevitably unique ways.

“No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. There may be countless trails and bridges and demigods who would gladly carry you across; but only at the price of pawning and forgoing yourself. There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk.”

~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~

“Writing is a path to meet ourselves and become intimate.”

~ Natalie Goldberg ~

What Stories Are & Why We Need to Write Them ✍️

For the past five years I’ve been working on a book about writing stories that will be published later this year. In it, I’ve included what I think writers need to know to tell powerful, deep, resonant stories. I’ve organized the material around the five aspects of writing that story-makers need to master: Structure, Character, Theme, Plot, and Scenes.

Here’s why:

Structure contains and organizes the story, and its limits ("freedom within limits") contribute to all the other elements.

Character is the enlivening heart of any story, its main focus, and this main character is the guide, avatar, and/or projected pseudo-self through whom the reader gets to live and learn vicariously.

Theme infuses the story with meaning—a resonant message—that’s conveyed through the character’s interactions with plot situations (including other characters).

Plot is what the character does and doesn’t do in the face of inner and outer conflict generated by an inciting incident that sets up a story problem and a story question.

Scenes express all of the above through “showing” the character in action: dealing with conflict, expressing/repressing feelings, making choices under pressure, trying/failing/getting to achieve a story-worthy goal.

What is a story-worthy goal?

I once heard this clear-eyed yet unusual definition of happiness: Happiness consists of the overcoming of obstacles on the way to a goal of one’s own choosing. Swap out happiness for story and you’ve a pretty good definition for a story arc. In stories, characters are faced with situations and must choose a way to respond. Their ultimate, unconscious desire always relates to happiness—their version of it—so how they choose to respond to the story problems will include a specific, concrete goal that represents their version of happiness. As they head toward that goal, obstacles ensue. That’s storytelling in a nutshell (easier said than done, I know).

I’ve spent a lifetime figuring this stuff out through trial and error an study and it’s still hard. But so worth it. Because stories carry us away, in the best sense. They reveal, inform, inspire, and delight. They help make life bearable, manageable, acceptable, and, when their alchemy is right, they can contribute to change and evolution on a personal level and even a societal scale.

Stories can: heal, guide, expose, educate, enlighten, encourage, aid, direct, repel, activate, support, comfort, motivate, and so much more. They help us overcome the obstacles on the way to the goals of our own choosing.

Stories help us navigate our life situations. They help us grow and evolve in a life, and world, full of change. A human lifetime is finite, and the world goes on without us after we’ve gone; we’re all too aware of this. Many stories deal directly and indirectly with the ramifications of this existential awareness.

At some point, most of us encounter an internal question: is such a life, with its accompanying awareness, a gift or a curse? Your thoughts and beliefs about this will affect how you behave and the choices you make in your life. Writers usually take their worries and questions to the page, and this is how stories are conceived.

The book I've written isn’t a story itself, rather it’s about how to write stories. It’s the guidebook I wish I’d had thirty years ago. Toni Morrison said, “If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” I wrote my book because I believe stories—especially in the forms of novels, screenplays, and memoirs—are the biggest magic we have as humans.

When my book comes out, I hope it will be a useful companion to help you write the stories you care about. But in the meantime, keep doing just that. Write what you want to read. Teach what you want to learn. Tell the stories you wish someone had once told you.

“Story is a yearning meeting an obstacle.”

~Robert Olen Butler ~

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

~ Joan Didion ~