I've found the last few times I've written that the empty page absorbs a sentence or two and then something occurs that makes me have to...

I didn't post anything yesterday. The streak ended. It's because I had a guest and I don't often have guests. This was my beloved...

Bit by little bit. I add words like pearls (or something less precious) on a string. It will be six weeks tomorrow since my father died. ...

And so it goes. It's not really much easier to write today than it was when I began doing this. What's harder though is not doing it....

I'm working on a show of blue paintings.

It's almost perverse that I wait all day to make an entry. I could have taken a minute while I was in a coffee shop listening to a...

I've read that you must repeat an action six times in order to make it a habit. According to "The Power of Habit" that's how long it...

It's the third day of this endeavour. And because I've done two other days, it means I must do three or those two days will be as if...

I found today to be a dizzy array of tasks none of which was particularly difficult or interesting but which one after another piled up...

I haven't been much of a blogger for lo on these many years. Perhaps because I stopped writing pretty much altogether for a long while. ...