Starting, and starting again...
It's not insanity to keep painting the same wall, writing the same book, the same poem, as long as you're trying, learning, revising, and approaching the next big idea with love in your heart
It’s the second day of Spring where I live. I’m tired of seeing square after square of brown, copper, gray, pale blue and pink on my page. Where’s the bright red splash I feel in my heart when I sit down to write? Where are the daring brush strokes, the bold letters, …