Where to write
I remember working in a bookstore in Dallas, and on my lunch break going to the nearby cafe. I'd sit there, watch people go by and write in my notebook. I wrote several poems once waiting on a ride in ...

Scraps of paper, shoeboxes, notebooks
For years I jotted down random thoughts, poems, short stories on whatever piece of paper was handy. They'd often end up in a shoebox stuffed in a closet somewhere. At some point, don't remember exactly when, I began writing in ...

Awakenings
I jolted wide awake last night, actually early this morning, with a potential lead paragraph for the true crime story I'm writing. I love it and hate it when that happens (depending on how long it takes to go back to ...

What am I waiting for?
There is nothing worse for this writer than a blank piece of paper or computer screen, with no ideas readily flowing from the brain to the fingers. And, weirdly, I kind of have the opposite problem. I have a completed ...