where are my words?

My laptop sits open on the foot of my bed, waiting, the cursor blinking in the white, blank space of Word. I sit cross-legged in front of it, and then I lay down on my stomach to stare at it. I roll over onto my back to contemplate the ceiling instead and after about fifteen [...]

identity

I want to bring up something that I'm sure a lot of creative people struggle with, especially when they're just starting out. Maybe you're a writer, or an actor, an artist, a musician. You know your passion and you work hard at it. But you still have rent and bills and food and clothes to [...]

battered books

Books are beautiful. Stacked neatly on shelves with smooth, straight spines. Perfectly unwrinkled paper. But the most beautiful books are the ones that have been read and loved. They are the beaten up, dog-eared, peeling, scratched up books that you find in the home of any true book lover. Of course if I'm borrowing someone [...]