Writer and Friendly Neighbourhood Philosopher
Just Thinking…
The View From The End Of A Book
I’m not 100% finished my latest one yet, but I am at the point where all that’s left are the itchy little details. I’m kind of miserable about it, keen to sort laundry, pull weeds, rewatch something silly, anything but take a critical eye to the final odds and sods of this new book. And I’m trying to understand, as many have done before me, why I’m not radiating joy as I approach the finish line.
I’m Still Doing This: Celebrating An Anniversary As A Writer
Today, I will be eating homemade cupcakes (plural) with too much frosting, and reminiscing. In the style of most philosophers who are also writers, I’ll also be asking myself what it all means and why I’m doing it.
On The Nakedness of Writing
Here’s what I think our collective fear is: writing (and public speaking too) make a lot of people feel like they do in those dreams where you realize you’re out in public and you’re surprisingly naked.
Why We Don’t Like To Pay Artists
It’s universal. It’s primal. My human friends, we all deserve art. It’s not amusing or adorable. It’s freakin’ important.