Twirling a satirical spin around life’s idiosyncrasies
Posted in Philosothings on Oct 4th, 2009
Is there anything more infurating than going to a blog, only to read a post that says something like, “I know I haven’t written for awhile, but fear not - content is on its way”? I mean, really. You write, or you don’t write. And so it goes.
This, however, is a soliloquy of another color. [...]
Posted in Philosothings on Aug 12th, 2009
Today, in pursuit of my long-lost iPod and a bit of down tempo music to fill my soul for an afternoon jog, I came across a sketch pad I had purchased years ago - maybe even a decade ago - shoved into the deep throes of my storage closet. I pulled the pad down from [...]
Posted in City grit on May 30th, 2009
“Are you sure you’re in the right place, dear?”
A woman with greying hair, a turtleneck and a no-nonsense set of freshly sharpened pencils glanced at my peach tote bag crammed with my laptop, a handful of borrowed books and a copy of season 3 of Sex and the City poking loudly out the top. I, [...]
Posted in Philosothings on Apr 7th, 2009
When creativity strikes - that dull, aching wont to put the pen to paper (or in some instances, the fingers to keyboard) immediately, if not sooner - what’s a writer to do but cave into its orgasmic demand? It’s the lover who takes you in the cramped hallway; it’s the thrill of spring’s first [...]
Posted in Philosothings on Mar 15th, 2009
I called my mentor in a state of panic the other afternoon. I’d been procrastinating with my writing, allowing deadlines to draw dangerously close before a project was completed. This game of Russian roulette didn’t just puzzle me; it also exhausted my mental and physical capacities. And I couldn’t figure out why I’d hold a [...]