The Discipline: In Your Head, Off the Street, and Away From the Club

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

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)