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Three Steps to Reclaiming Your Year

June 24, 2013
Writing

At the beginning of this year (which feels like about three weeks ago), I shared 6 Steps to Creative Fulfillment. Blink. It’s fleeping JUNE. When did that happen?! The year is almost half gone—but I’m here to insist it’s not too late to have your best creative year ever. To that purpose, I present...

Mercy Killing

March 6, 2013
Personal, Writing

One summer during high school I took a job that required me to trap rats. The bank my mom worked for hired my sister, my best friend Dan, and me to clean up one of their foreclosure properties before they put it up for sale. The house was enormous and tacky, a sort of Floridian nightmare with semi-gloss...

Divine Dissatisfaction

February 6, 2013
Personal, Writing

Below is the most authentic description I’ve ever read of the artist’s experience of creating. As I work on draft two of my novel, I’m reminded how incomplete even the best work can be, how tantalizing even the smallest morsel of satisfaction is, and how I’ll likely spend...

Improbable Radness and Existential Swagger in The Fault In Our Stars

February 4, 2013
Fiction, Writing

No spoilers! [soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/77558079″ params=”” width=” 100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] The Fault In Our Stars is about love and death and sex and literature and cancer and Amsterdam and irony and...

6 Steps to Creative Fulfillment in 2013

January 20, 2013
Writing

I hate January. I much prefer October. Yup, October is the sweet spot; I’ve spent nine months building up momentum! Whatever’s going to happen during this year is already set in motion. By the time I’m done lamenting letting another Halloween go by without dressing up like Obi-Wan,...

Incantation for Writing

January 20, 2013
Personal, Writing

After I sit down to write, but before my fingers type the first word, I say an incantation to focus my mind and spirit on the creative act before me. Incantation for Writing Today, I write to fill the blank pages I write to meet the unfamiliar parts of myself I write to comfort the disturbed, and...