Twelve More Stories in the Life of a Writer

May 22

Motivation and mantras.

Rejection and rewrites.

Ideas and confession—and a personal addiction.

Here are twelve more stories in the life of this writer, including the one about the best things, and the one about the one place I pray my book lives. I pray they elevate you and encourage you. Remember, we’re in this together.

The Writing Life – When Pigs Fly

The 50 before 50 list, and the invisible 51st thing.

The Writing Life – We’re in this Together

On the power of mantras.

The Writing Life – Bloom. Rest. Burn.

Learning from milpa gardens, there’s need for fire.

The Writing Life – The Ideas Swirling

Early morning thoughts about the present and the future.

The Writing Life – We are Words People

A prayer for the family member who loves to listen.

The Writing Life – Rain-Soaked…

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