I am thrilled to have my book Dear Universe, I Get it Now: Letters on the Art and Journey of Being Brave and Being Me featured on Laura’s Books and Blogs site. Here’s what Laura had to say about the art of writing letters. “Letter writing is a technologically obsolete art. However, that doesn’t necessarily…
When you end up in your 30s post-divorce and stuck in a job that ignores your potential and would never suggest you paid time and money for higher education, you wake the fuck up. You look back on all the things you thought you would do, all the aspirations you had, and realize your life…
I imagine that one of the most frequently asked questions of writers – likely by a reader and a fan – is “Why do you write?” For as many writers as there are, I’m sure that the reasons are as various and abundant as writers themselves are. For a lot of us, I wouldn’t be…
Mainly I write about relationships because they tell you when you write nonfiction that you have to have a platform and that platform is being an expert in something. Of course, when they say this about nonfiction they aren’t talking about memoirists, not really. At least not in my opinion. They are talking about people…
I grew up on a small court. Despite it’s size, there were two groves of trees. One grove next to my parents and the other next to my grandparents. In some respects, I grew up inside these trees more so than from within the walls of my home. So long as there were not ridiculous…
I kind of always felt like real writers had their own writing space. I attributed some kind of authority over their writing life to the writing space they created in. Ordinary people call these home offices, but that sounds stiff and boring. Like the place you sit down to pay your bills. Fuck that. I…
Over a delicious steak dinner, my friend and I were talking about my book. He was saying how awesome it would be if there was some kind of reality TV episode or something by which all of my exes (the ones featured in the book, not every person I ever dated) were invited on with…
Over brunch with my web-guy one day, around the time I launched my site, I told him I would pay him back for his work (which he graciously did for free) when I was BIG Famous. The words just kind of came out before I had even given them much thought. (And now I love…
“Just write some words, you’ll feel better,” said no normal person ever. A writer, however, says this. Specifically, I’m saying this to myself right now. I’m alone tonight. My son is with his dad. It’s just me and the cat. I have no reason to not write. At least no good reason. So even though I’m…
There was a time, in the not so distant past, when I feared the results of my writing so much that I failed to see the possibilities that could result instead. I feared not having enough to say. What I said not being said right or well. Having what I said hurt, impale, embarrass, traumatize…