wordswimmer

What do you do when you run  out of words  and all your ideas  have dried up? I keep writing anyway,  afraid to stop on the chance I may fin...

I don't know where I'm going the future is unknown a sheaf of days that have yet to be written blank pages waiting for words the wor...

To find out what you're thinking you sit and write for thirty minutes, each word like a knock on the door and you wonder what's hidd...

On some mornings I sit down to write wondering where words come from and, if they come, why they come to me or to anyone else, really. ...

When I set off on my long-distance swim three months ago, I stepped into the surf and headed into the unknown water of brain surgery like ...

When I started writing years ago, I used to think stories contained hidden messages like notes that a writer had pla...