The Writer Does Math

I’ve spent most of my life trying to avoid it, those weird letters that are used for counting. I’m a writer, I don’t do numbers. They’re the antithesis of everything I stand for — mainly, letters arranged into patterns that form words, sentences and paragraphs. My brain has always been wired for language, as opposedContinue reading “The Writer Does Math”

On Discipline (or Lack Thereof)

Every weeknight for the past three months, at precisely 9:00pm, a notification pops up on my phone. “Write,” it says. And almost every night, I ignore it. Back in the spring, I noticed that I was hardly writing and decided I needed a gentle prod to get back into the habit. So, I set aContinue reading “On Discipline (or Lack Thereof)”

Mechansims

As long as I can remember, I have been fascinated with machines. Cogs and gears and wheels and pistons and springs and pulleys. When I was young, I was obsessed with steam engines and since then, my tastes have always taken a bent toward the old fashioned. I was always the kid taking apart pensContinue reading “Mechansims”

A Time and Place for All Words

It’s been six days since my last blog post; six days since I wrote anything of my own. This is one of those hectic weeks that won’t look so bad from the comfort of next week. There are a million and ten things to be done at work and by the time I get home,Continue reading “A Time and Place for All Words”

Breaking All the (Phone and Grocery Store) Rules

I committed a minor fraud today. In the process of buying lunch at a grocery store down the street from work, I entered a phone number on the self checkout’s touchscreen. The number was not my own. For several years now, I’ve seen someone else’s name at the bottom of my receipts. It used toContinue reading “Breaking All the (Phone and Grocery Store) Rules”

Fresh Snow, Fresh Creativity

I love days like today. Cold days when snow falls softly from the sky and leaves a hush over the earth. Wintery days without appointments or responsibilities when I can settle down in front of a window with a hot cup of tea and let my imagination fly off with the glistening flakes. Today isContinue reading “Fresh Snow, Fresh Creativity”

A Toast to a Toast

My friend Nathan is getting married in three days. As the best man, I have three duties: Throw him a party, get him to the wedding and give the toast. The toast — a tradition possibly as old as drinking itself — is one of the highlights of the reception dinner. No pressure, right? PlatoContinue reading “A Toast to a Toast”

Through the (Indepedent) Looking Glass

Every four years, we make a decision. We spend months fighting over it, talking about it, posting about it on Facebook. Some weigh the pros and cons of this decision seriously; some follow the crowd. Everyone must take a side. And then there are those pesky few of us who struggle to get excited forContinue reading “Through the (Indepedent) Looking Glass”

I Don’t Know What to Blog About

I meant to write a novel this month and I haven’t written a word. That’s pretty bad. What’s worse is that I’m supposed to blog twice a week and I haven’t done that either. You can’t force inspiration, but neither can you use its absence to excuse laziness. If I’m going to make it asContinue reading “I Don’t Know What to Blog About”

Staring Down a Blank Page

I dislike writing beginnings…almost as much as I dislike writing endings. In my mind, there’s a lot of pressure to start a chain reaction of inspired events and characterization in that opening phrase. In reality, no one is breathing down my neck, waiting for me to type the perfect opening line. I know it’s unfairContinue reading “Staring Down a Blank Page”