In Barcelona, I learned a lot about myself.
Gardening is a lesson in managing the unmanageable. We can arm ourselves with the right tools and educate ourselves on the right care. But sometimes knowing in advance isn’t enough.
As writers, our job is to take in the world around us and to make sense of it. And how can I possibly make sense when I cannot see the country for the city, the ranch for the beach house?
I do most of my shopping online, which has only become more true in recent weeks. Here are a couple of the fun things in my shopping carts right now!
I have learned languages, found lovers and love, failed and succeeded more times than I can count. And through all of that, through the ups and downs, the adventures, experiences, fears and joys, I have always, always been a writer.
If there was ever a truth I struggled with, it was this. Being busy doesn’t necessarily mean being productive.
I’ve definitely considered my options on more than one occasion, and there are a few places and times that call to me time and again–the Classical Greece, the Renaissance, and the Enlightenment Period.
I don’t have blind faith in myself. I’ve failed and changed course far too many times for that. But I have to believe, have to assume, that I am going to make it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even try.
I have found, over the last nearly three decades, that technology is a double-edged sword.
We have a thousand programs and applications meant to make our lives easier, but how often do those programs and applications end up simply taking the time we would otherwise use to complete those same projects or chores?
Inspiration, to me, comes in many forms. It’s Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor. It’s J.K. Rowling and Pablo Picasso and Stephen King. It’s my grandparents, my mom and my dad.