I’ve Been Irresponsible

There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique and, if you block it, it will never exist through any medium and will be lost… the world will not have it.… Continue reading I’ve Been Irresponsible

Silence

“El silencio no es tiempo perdido”. – El Rito, Soda Stereo One of my favorite song lyrics, meaning “silence is not time wasted.” My blog has been dormant for 553 days. During this period, I have, at times, quietly observed and experienced my deepest urges and desires to write. At others, I have complained loudly… Continue reading Silence

A (Re)Commitment To My Self

Without actually moving an inch, I can taste the bittersweet magic of writing, of watching as the first few mischievous words fearlessly leap onto the page, not knowing where they are going, or with what purpose, but choosing to follow anyway. I can feel how it feels to get lost in the process by simply… Continue reading A (Re)Commitment To My Self

Just Write

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I wanted a tattoo really badly but, then again, I was 18, and at that age you want everything really badly. Your youth convinces you that it’s all or nothing, now or never. So, during a moment of enlightenment, I made a pact with myself: if by the time I turned 25 I still wanted… Continue reading Just Write

365 Days Later

One year ago this week, I launched my blog. One year ago this week, I convinced myself to set aside my fears, because the world wasn’t going to wait for me to get over them, and I’m happy I didn’t wait, either. One year ago this week, my hands shook as I clicked “publish” for… Continue reading 365 Days Later

A Borrowed Pearl

So You Want to Be a Writer if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or… Continue reading A Borrowed Pearl

Genesis.

How do I feel? That’s a loaded question. I feel heavy. I am drowning in a sea of words I want to shout, but I fear no one will hear…  Or worse: no one will listen. But, why? Why does it matter how I feel? It doesn’t, so please stop asking. Just know that I… Continue reading Genesis.