It’s raining outside of my cozy home in the East Bay hills. It is quiet here, except for the tap tap on the roof and…
Personally, I’ve not written much fiction. Scares me. Confessional poetry is more my game. Came to it because it seemed pretty accessible. How hard could…
The past couple of weeks I’ve thought and written about community and self discipline. How we don’t create in a vacuum, but must talk to…
What a week of muse punking it has been! Having said a resounding “yes” to my artistic vocation (and continuing to do so), confirming events…
Sometimes, my demons tell me, “You’ll never write again. You’ll never paint again. Remember when you wanted to be an actor, you’ll never do THAT…
When I began writing this column, my editor and I discussed various approaches to muse punking. On several occasions, he suggested I explore actual writing…
A coupla weeks ago, I told you of The Edwardian Ball, and recommended it as a muse-punking expedition. To my unspeakable delight, local writer Sean…
The phrase “one day at a time” has permeated our culture through the influence of Alcoholics Anonymous, but it is not a new concept. There…
When I was in the 8th grade, I developed an overwhelming interest in Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” I was obsessed. I read the play over and over…
When I was a child in kindergarten I worried about entering the first grade. In particular, I was worried about meeting the gym teacher, a…