The snow streaked in the night like falling stars around my feet, suddenly lit by the oncoming headlights of a car.

I am going to die. … Read MoreOn death and writing

I feel deep in my bones every reason in the universe to give up writing. 

The inner critic circles me like a crow in a blackened sky, eyeing my every move.

But writing is deep in my bones, too. … Read MoreDeep in My Bones

Read MoreBurning

“I’ve tried before. I’ve put in the work last year, and it came up ashes on a field of dead pages.” But Hope says… … Read MoreAshes

I’m passionate as a fired-up book coach about helping people doing their best work. Cheering them on as they put their hat in the ring, to signal to the world, “I’m doing this thing!” and then I see them blow away the watching world’s expectations, just like I know they could. … Read MoreThis Year: Courage

Read MoreUnfolding

Writing sometimes feels a lot like wandering:

Which way is it again to a two-book deal? Stephen King said left. Jane Friedman said right.

How can I finally get up to that Platform? Where are the steps?

It can feel like our eyes are fooling us, and we’re not getting anywhere. … Read MoreAll who wander are not lost: the recovery of wonder in writing