Self-criticism I’m a professional when it comes to pointing out my flaws and mistakes. I rarely give myself grace. I have little mercy when it comes to slips and missteps. You’d think I was running evaluations for the Olympic committee. I have more grace for other people. Other people are expected to be human, to make mistakes, and to be imperfect. These are lessons … Continue reading Be Aware of the Unkind Inner Voice.
Once upon a time, I believed I was a writer-savant. I came to that belief during my school years, and the feelings solidified during my all-lower-case university days. In my defense, I tend to do well with scholastic writing, mark-wise, so it wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. I did edit my academic works, a habit I excluded from my personal writing as unnecessary, what with all … Continue reading An adverb is (not always) a beautiful thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t remember a time I didn’t write. The “I don’t remember a time” introduction is one of my favourite clichés: I wonder if everyone else is also exaggerating? I remember when journalling wasn’t a thing I did, and what’s my style of writing but edited journalling, to greater or lesser degrees. I have a box full of filled notebooks now, but I remember the … Continue reading When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast. 