I should know by now that I like to switch things up. My blog is named after my tendency to flit, after all. For years, I’ve kept paper journals. Lined paper books that I write in with pens. I started out with pretty journals, some with leather covers, or with Japanese wood block art. After … Continue reading Never stop finding new ways to write
Right now I crave time. I want to have time to write and think and garden. I crave peace from the guilt I feel when I’m not working round the clock because I want so badly to sit and be alive. I crave the ocean. I want to smell the salt air. I want to … Continue reading I crave
I’ve officially given up on resisting winter. It is day four of spring, 3 new inches of wet, sticky snow have fallen since 2pm, and it’s still coming down. I’m leaning into it now. I’m all in. I’ve got a blanket on my lap. I’ve drunk afternoon tea and afternoon coffee. I’ve positioned myself towards … Continue reading Snow, Boggle, and my new diary
A friend from work wants to improve his writing, and he asked if I had any recommendations for online courses. I do not, but I did recommend the brief and vigorous Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White. After recommending it, I decided to read it again for moral support for my friend. … Continue reading Nodding with Strunk and White
I did it. I set out to fill a 100 sheet/200 page composition book in April, and today, three days before the month’s end I filled the final page. A friend asked me recently if I’d ever considered writing a book. “I have not,” I told him. “What would I write about?!” “That is the worst … Continue reading What’s the thesis of a life?
The hamza and the ‛ayn were driven to a meeting hall for an appointment of some kind. “You two twins?” the cabbie asked. His right wrist rested on the top of the steering wheel. “No,” said the hamza, with a roll of its eye. The ‛ayn showed more compassion. “That’s a common question, sir, and … Continue reading The hamza and the ‛ayn