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Every piece of writing – fiction, nonfiction, screenplays, essays, book proposals, academic journals, short stories, poems – is personal.
Category: Art
When a reader dives into another world, they should be able to close their eyes and feel as though they are truly standing in the middle of it. Whether it’s the ballroom of an 18thcentury Russian aristocrat, a depressed Oxford University professor’s study, or a millennial’s shabby-chic Brooklyn apartment, the description should be dripping with tactile detail.
We reached altitude and the pilot turned off the Fasten Seatbelt sign. I immediately jumped up to retrieve Big Magic from my bag. There wasn’t enough space to bring back a morsel of Callier chocolate, but I managed to shove that well-worn hardback into a bag whose seams were on the verge of bursting open.
Not looking at art in Florence is like going to Disneyland just to check out the gift shop.
I’m not sure if you know this but Switzerland is not in America.
I’m caught between what I want to do and what I should do. Right now, I’m going through something that I really want to write about. It’s a story that’s ripe (rife? wife? write?) with tension. There are twists and turns, comedy and tragedy. Writing this story would be cathartic and would help in my…
Actor 1. He stands before a camera in a room that usually serves as a conference room. A condescending casting director who is really just a bitter, failed actor sits on the other side of a long plastic table. Headshots, resumes, lunch wrappers, and various office supplies are splayed out before the casting director. He’s…
I have no idea what to write about this week, you guys. I’m sorry. But rather than give you nothing, I’m going to produce a little shitty something for you. Perhaps by the end of it, you’ll have discovered that sometimes nothing is better than something. By the end, you may wish to unsubscribe (full…
I really had to dig deep to find a writing topic this week. Some may call it “writer’s block.” I simply call it “empty brain.” For the last two weeks or so I’ve been struggling with empty brain. It truly feels like there’s nothing inside my head except Crossfit, my next meal, and this one…
Every year it seems I go back and forth on New Years resolutions. Do I like them? Do I not like them? Will I make any? Will I ever get them done? Where am I? Is this a Christmas coma? Happy New Year? What year is it? Who am I? That sort of thing. Every…