I have a fourteen-year-old son. Today he starts high school. These two sentences blow my mind into the kind of oblivion that's hard to stumble back from. I needed to go back in time, you see. I needed to remember where I was all those years ago when I started high school. Most days I… Continue reading First Day of High School, French Kisses and Thimbles
"Are you paralyzed with fear? That's a good sign. Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do. Remember one rule of thumb: the more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it." Steven Pressfield,… Continue reading Sew Songs
I've been gathering photos for you. Photos of things I've done...gathered...achieved...done to my skin. I've been accumulating things to tell you. Why has it taken so long to share these things with you? I don't know. Hesitation turned to later turned to tomorrow turned to now-it's-too-late. Why do I do that to myself? Why do… Continue reading Accumulation
Looking for a zany and gross but totally fun and wonderful gift for that special child in your life? Look no further - we are proud to announce the book launch of 'From A to Ziffery Zanks' - a collection of children's clerihew poetry. Words by me, Vanessa Shields, and pictures by the great Glen… Continue reading FROM A TO ZIFFERY ZANKS BOOK LAUNCH THIS SUNDAY!
Changes. I spent yesterday taking down the book-wallpaper I put up at the 'first' Gertrude's. It was bitter sweet. I can't believe that it's nearly been one year since I opened Gertrude's Writing Room...and I'm in a new space and working through all that comes with BIG CHANGE. I remember how elated I was when… Continue reading Changes. And Little Fish.
Last night after I watched 'A Few Good Men' (I was craving Tom Cruise, what can I say?), I looked in my datebook to see what was on the schedule for today. I did a little jig when I saw that the day was open until 5pm! A whole day to fill up with...with what?!… Continue reading And then – a day opens!
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small. Sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave? How much of what I feel reminds me of what I read in a book...when...shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't… Continue reading Small but valuable.
Here's how it works in my brain. It's constantly telling me things to write. What does that mean? It means that there's a voice (among the many, but one of the main, loudest most prolific voices) that's narrating narrations in my head ALL. THE.TIME. Example: Yesterday I went to Chapters with Miller and Jett. I received… Continue reading The Writer’s Brain