Writing Hope What do you do when you’ve tried everything you can? You’ve tried to carve out enough time to write, but it’s not working. You’ve tried to rewrite your outline dozens of times, but it’s not working. You’ve tried … Continue reading →

Writing and Confidence Sometimes it’s not just life that gets in the way of our writing. Sometimes it’s us. I’m not just talking about the Inner Critic (who, you may remember, I try to call the Outer Critic as a reminder … Continue reading →

Rainbow Connection I once saw a gorgeous recipe for a rainbow cake. It was six layers and yes, each layer was one colour in the rainbow. Obviously, the picture in the magazine made it look perfect, but still, I wanted … Continue reading →

Because We Care In the span of two days, I had two clients ask the same question: “Does every writer feel like this?”  This being the sense that they’re overwhelmed, that they can’t do this, that they were stupid to start, … Continue reading →

On Why You Write So I wrote my Oscar acceptance speech the other day. 🙂 For best adapted screenplay based on my bestselling novel, of course.  Obviously, it’s not actually ever going to be used. I’m not a filmmaker, actor, make-up designer, production … Continue reading →

It’s Worth Relearning This is SO not a new insight, but it’s one worth repeating. Over and over and over. Recently, I’ve been watching the actor Pedro Pascal in both The Mandalorian and The Last of Us TV series. He’s terrific! A real breakout … Continue reading →

Mornings And Memories At dinner one night, we were talking about morning routines and I mentioned how, in high school, I was as quiet as my own teen daughter is. My husband shared how he would always watch the news … Continue reading →

Intuitive Writing “Intuitive eating” is where you eat only when you’re hungry. It’s sounds obvious, but we often eat for many reasons. We’re conditioned to “finish what’s on our plate” or “eat your vegetables before dessert” or “drown heartbreak in … Continue reading →

Music and Writing My daughter listens to music when she does her homework.  Rock music blasts from the basement when my husband is working out.  The house is a silent tomb when I’m here alone, working.  Or, it used to … Continue reading →

A Love Story I am a hopeless romantic. I’m a cynical, pessimistic curmudgeon in my everyday life—except when it comes to love.  Maybe because I found the love of my life. Maybe because I knew, even before our first date, … Continue reading →