Artist Motivation, My writing., The stories you tell yourself., The stories you were told., Writing motivation., Writing tips and tools.
When we were kids, my cousins used to write and perform these elaborate theater productions in their back yard. Every kid in the neighborhood would be given some kind of role, from star to ticket taker to prop manager. A planter was their stage, a sheet their curtain,...
Bawdy Love, My story., The stories you were told., Writing to Heal
“Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling.” – from Blame it on the Rain by Milli Vanilli It rained this weekend in San Diego. We needed this. I needed this. I lived in Oregon for many years and love nothing more than spending a rainy day inside...
My story., Talks and Speeches, The business side of a writing career., The stories you tell yourself., The stories you were told., Writing motivation.
Last week I talked with you about the importance of unrealistic dreaming. This week, I want to show you how I made my unrealistic dream a reality, how I turned a love for a topic that everyone said I should avoided into a successful (and fun!) career. On December 22,...
Tell your story., The stories you tell yourself., The stories you were told., Writing motivation., Writing to Heal
What goals have you given up because the people currently achieving them don’t look like you? When I was a kid, I dreamt of winning an Oscar. I was constantly writing screenplays in my head, acting out scenes in my bathroom mirror, and planning shots in my...
Reading to heal, The stories you were told.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved cheesy, cringe-worthy, over-the-top plots. And for just as long, I’ve been told that there is something “bad” or “trashy” about this form of entertainment. Even now, I want to explain away why I...
Enhancing your life story., My story., The stories you tell yourself., The stories you were told., Travel
I should have expected the rain. I should have expected the cold. I should have expected the same sizest cultural norms that catered to thin people. But I was prepared for none of that, so I spent my first ten days in Mexico City borrowing chalecos from my host...
Enhancing your life story., Favorites, Tell your story., The stories you tell yourself., The stories you were told., Travel
I’ve got a one-way ticket to Mexico City. I leave today. Am I ready? Nope. Am I scared of traveling alone in a foreign place? Absolutely. But I’m not going to let being afraid stop me from taking this journey. About once a week, someone tells me this: I wish I could...
Discover your story., Enhancing your life story., The stories you tell yourself., The stories you were told.
You were a boisterous child. I can say that with confidence because I’ve yet to meet a child who is not boisterous. Yes, some are shy and barely make a noise, but all kids are lively, animated, and a bit out of control. So teachers, parents, and society are constantly...
