Writing Journal

That was a very pompous line delivered by a successful writer in the movie, Wonder Boys. But in all seriousness, I am a writer. I was told that one does not need to be published or have won awards or even to be any good to be considered a writer. As long as one has […]

Keeping my plate clean has been a problem, metaphorically speaking. Day after day, I play catch up. Never am I able to reach the goal. Constantly I am slightly below the surface of the water reaching for the boundary, holding in stale air, longing to open up my lungs to take in the ever need […]

The best compliment that I can receive or give to a stranger. It speaks louder than any comment I can possibly muster out while walking past someone on the street or looking up to find myself making eye contact with someone at another table across the restaurant. The gentle lifting of the corners of a […]

Or is it first lust? I remember my first girlfriend from high school. Before her, there were other encounters. Mostly, they were flirts and hand touches followed by run aways down the hall. But, my first love was different. She turned my world upside down. I could not focus on my school work, but that […]

My mind was shaped through my experiences. At times I believe that I am an artist who has missed his calling. In school, there were many terrific science and math teachers while art and language educators were lacking. In that environment, I found that mixing chemicals in test tubes and doing calculus was interesting and […]

I was able to follow my advice from yesterday to step back and see the wider view. Today when I was distracted, I would look out into the distance to re-focus. It was not that I was able to concentrate for a prolonged amount of time but I was able to stop the tangents from […]

Stand up, step back, and take a wider view at what you are doing.

It is a special time to be out on public transportation during the night. People are a lot quieter with a bit of tranquility. Some have their eyes closed taking a quick snooze while nodding their head. At times, the nodding gets a bit intense bringing them out of their dreams but only for a […]

I was told that when I feel tired and do not feel like writing, I should write. It sounds masochistic. But it is supposed to mean that there is something deep in my subconcious that does not want to surface.
So I do not feel like writing now and I got myself this far. I am […]