“Can you recommend some books on writing,” a colleague and friend who is in the happy circumstance of being on sabbatical asked me recently. Unleashed from the demands of work and free to roam where he chooses, my friend, an artist, wants to exercise his writing muscles. Reading about writing is one way to do … Continue reading Exercising my writing muscles
Complexities sort themselves out; blurred ideas sharpen; clarity comes. And with that, insight – sometimes poignant, even sad, sometimes joyful, usually true.
I do my best thinking on two-hour solitary road trips. Anything less than that doesn’t give me enough time to truly sink into the ideas, conundrums or questions puddling in my mind. Anything more and I begin to feel mired in my own perspectives. But two hours alone on a stretch of uncongested highway is … Continue reading Solitary road trips get me thinking