Inspiration, That Flighty Kitten by Kelley J. P. Lindberg Inspiration, that flighty kitten,is hard to keep to task.The world is so full, after all,of shine and color and ripplingsun-sparkles on fast-moving water,drawing all six sensesin every direction away.If I depend on her to getanything done, this page will remainopaque as white pixels.It’s up to me, […]
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10 Ways Writers Celebrate Spring
In the spring a writer’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. And murder. And family drama. And history. And alien worlds. And vampires with a three-legged dog, an unfulfilling career, relationship woes, and daddy issues. Here are ten ways writers celebrate spring. It may not do as much for their house’s curbside appeal as, […]
Perfect Writing Conditions and Other Fantasies
It happened again. I looked out my office window this morning, and there was no sign of the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, palm trees swaying in a salt-tinged breeze, or seabirds swooping over frothy waves. Instead, I was greeted by my normal view of my Colorado neighbors’ houses, fresh snow dusting last week’s old […]
12 Things Writers Should Never Tell Themselves
It’s still January. Yes, that longest of months (187 days, by my count) is still with us, dragging its heels through the snow like a remorseless kid being towed to the principal’s office. During January (and its partner in crime, February) it’s easy to give in to cold, dark days. Cold, dark thoughts. Cold, dark […]
Breaking Through the Gloom
Back in September, when we thought we were living through the worst of the pandemic (I’ll pause here while you get that hysterical laughter under control), I’d had it with humanity. Sure, there are a lot of individual humans that I like—love, really—but by September, humanity as a whole had reached a whole new level […]
Art and Smiles in a Quarantined World
I saw one of my favorite bands perform live today. Well, “live” in the sense that at the same time I was watching them online, they were playing together. Well, “playing together” in the sense that although each was playing an instrument alone in their own home, they somehow managed to sync up with each […]
