How much of writing is re-writing? How much of living is re-living? I sip my coffee. I remember the voice inside of me croaking out; she’s hoarse; she’s deep; she’s poised. I remember shouting for someone to love me. Men. All of them. Love me. I remember this voice changing. Going dark for boys… Continue reading Your Writing Voice
When the power shuts off, what do you do? Panic? Curse? Cry? Or do you brighten the room with soft, moody candlelight? Today there’s no threat of storms. California is sunny for miles. But, in my daily life—the rise & grind life—it seems the room can easily go dark. When problems show up and things don’t instantly… Continue reading When there’s no light, improvise.