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A morning of starts and stops of false beginnings of missteps trying to find my footing on a path I can’t see working through silence hoping...

Full steam ahead you mustn't look back no glancing over your shoulder at the pages you've written or the days that came before this ...

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...

Lately I've shortened the time I spend writing in the morning. In part it's an effort to re-charge my energy after a busy month and ...

There are secrets you can't see or know until you begin writing. Your pen opens the world  like a key unlocking a door. Each page is lik...

With each story or poem you must leap not knowing how it will turn out whether you can find your way into it  (and out again),  whether the ...

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...

What will you write about in the days ahead? The future is unknown blank pages waiting to be filled. You can't know ahead of tim...

In Kyoko Mori’s new memoir, Yarn: Remembering the Way Home , a remarkable meditation on knitting and the themes of love and loss, Mori share...

On Sunday mornings, soon after posting on Wordswimmer , I'll drive over to Dunkin’ Donuts for a cup of coffee (and one or two Munchkins)...