The Writer's Workout

This is the third time I’m attempting to write this post today.

When you think of a villain, what do you imagine? The tyrannical dictator of a dystopian novel? The gruesome monster under the bed? The...

Well, there it went. I blinked and the week was suddenly over already. I don’t even remember what happened.

I must confess. I killed a notebook. It was a massacre: every page bloody with the ink of emptied pens.

Guess. Who’s. BACK. I finally feel like myself again. I don’t know what happened to trigger the low, angry, unproductive end of my...

I did make an attempt last week. I attempt to write most weeks; I usually fail brilliantly on the execution so for weeks like last week,...

If you find yourself associating your self worth with your level of productivity, you’re not alone.