If you’re an author or writer and exert even a nominal effort to stay current with what you should and shouldn’t do to market your work and build your platform, you’re confused. It seems every other day, every other expert is offering what looks like conflicting advice. You should blog. Every day. You should stop […]
My grandparents’ old single-wide trailer on Lake Mille Lacs had a way of helping a kid isolate a source of tension in the lake air. If the front side of the house shook, it was likely Grandpa Paul slamming the screen door on his way out to the yard. If the back side shook, odds […]
Every social media tool serves its own unique purpose. Twitter and Facebook are both great for conversations, making connections, and sharing content. One day, Google+ may also be that place, but for now, at least, it’s good for SEO. And LinkedIn does serve a useful purpose. I’m sure of it, even if I’m not quite […]
As much as I may begin to twitch at the mention of Julia Cameron, I have benefitted personally and creatively from the occasional Artist Date, a purposeful step-away-from-the-desk-and-nobody-gets-hurt practice of briefly changing the scenery and taking in sights, sounds, textures and images to “refill the tank,” so to speak. My last date took place a bit […]
The exchange is reminiscent of the way cinema imagines prisoners in the yard asking, “What are you in for?” Replace stenciled orange jumpsuits with bulky thermal coveralls and knit beanies, and move the conversation indoors to a burned-out shell of a living room where yellow police tape is laced around a floor lamp and upholstered […]
It’s been a little while since I posted any of my little poems from the Every Day Poems Facebook prompts. Here’s a sampling from the last couple of months. New, polished, clean– and still it is a chain (featured in Every Day Poems) He lacked […]
I recall seeing pictures of the real Ingalls family and finding them all to be a bit weathered and ruddy themselves, nothing at all like Landon and Gilbert’s polished-for-television characters. And I figure, to have the will to survive out here, in a little house on the prairie, one was going to have to toughen up one way or the other.
Recently I posted about Letters to Me: Conversations with a Younger Self, a collection of essays by several authors of varied backgrounds written to a younger version of oneself. Today I’m posting my essay from the collection.