It’s All a Mind Game

I was teaching my sister to sing yesterday. Nothing fancy; just two girls with a beautiful song and an upright piano. As I walked her through how I produce sounds (and demonstrated examples), she told me three things: What I was saying doesn’t make sense (and is impossible to perform) She could understand what I…

Eye Contact

Two pairs of eyes glancing into each other, pupils glittering with a thrilling sort of intensity and connection. That instant is both audaciously invasive and extremely vulnerable. You may look away immediately and go on as if nothing has happened. Yet you feel as if you’ve been exposed temporarily, as though you’ve allowed them to…

Bookworms

People who love to read are sometimes called bookworms. I wonder why. Maybe it’s because they seem to burrow their way through mountains of books. Maybe it’s how reading is an intensely reclusive act, as if the reader is “underground” to the world around them. Maybe–but probably much less often–it’s a derogatory term aimed at…

The Story Behind Obstacles

Obstacles hinder us. Or do they? My first novel was a 177,790-word, 21st century submarine thriller. I was thirteen—lovesick and frustrated, yet hopeful. The book took two-and-a-half years to complete, was formulaic and cliché, and never saw the light of day. My life-long dream of becoming a writer for real seemed unreachable. I gave up…