cut my bangs • squeeze venom out of fangs • ride a mountain bike • confess to a boy I like • swim in the ocean • contact a Martian • cross a tightrope • speak Latin to the Pope • cook as well as my mother does • be the optimist I once was • multiply large numbers in my head • do backflips […]
Tag Archives: Writing
This entry is part of my undertaking a 30-day challenge Matt Cutts talked about at TED2011. The premise is to “think about something you’ve always wanted to add to your life and try it for the next 30 days.” I am challenging myself to post one blog entry a day for 30 consecutive days. Today is Day […]
I scavenged my Journal for things I learned this year, and here’s what I found (entry dates in parentheses): “I am starting to see that the key thing—the key process—is forgiveness. The world is cold and dark and unfair and judgmental and bitter, and at some point you shall become all of these things too. […]
I plan to take on a writing project soon, so I’ve been trying to challenge myself to take on creative exercises, like take random things and write 500-word essays about them. (So forgive me, but in the next couple of weeks, you might be seeing a lot more blog posts from me than you would […]
Dear Future Child, don’t be like your mother. Don’t spend your childhood sprawled on the floors of bookshops, reading those books. Books are dangerous. They will turn you into a thinker, and rarely are thinkers happy people. They are bound to have a rough inner life. Lemony Snicket was right: “All the secrets of the […]
I have the words shattered about me I have to pick them up and —steady— Line them up, one by one But the rhythm, it won’t find me. Is it the pace of this world, Is it the choices I’m making? I can’t quite place it But I must be missing something. I am spent […]
Every time I feel the impulse to blog about my personal life, I always feel a counter-impulse not to, because it feels unnecessary, tiresome, and self-indulgent. Like, who cares, right? The world has enough problems and riffraff without my adding to it. It’s the same way I often keep silent even when my brain is […]
One night I just woke up Abruptly 3am and I was wide awake. I sit up and put my earphones on Blare music from my phone. When your ears are plugged and you hear nothing but the beats and the echoes it creates the illusion of being separate from the world. I think about how […]
The words—they no longer come to me like they used to. … I really want to get back, to that part of me that can write, that part of me that was tender enough to feel and tough enough to risk it. I do not want it to be loud, or rife with pretension. … […]
I stumbled upon the following list of questions on A Cathartic Method (I take it the survey was originally tagged by Bea of The Dalaga Project), and found it so interesting I wanted to answer it myself. So here goes! What type of writing do you do? For public writeups, I do mostly essays, feature pieces, creative […]
