The discipline has three steps. It begins at home. You want to do something--paint, write, act, play the hammered dulcimer, whatever--because it calls to you. It's more than just a passing interest and you're aware of this (I think hammered dulcimers are kind of cool, but I feel no compulsion to start taking lessons down… Continue reading The Discipline: In Your Head, Off the Street, and Away From the Club
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A Tale of Two Cities (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Creative Writing)
It was the worst of times. It was the worst of times. It was incontrovertibly, without a doubt, the absolute worst of times. And yet my former student—we will call her Mary Sue—still had the presence of mind to ask me how I was before she broke down in tears. She’d gotten rejected by 7… Continue reading A Tale of Two Cities (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Creative Writing)
The Writing Expedition 