Road Written

-the quest to write- 

Continuum: What Do We Say When Things Are Okay?

Often I forget that life exists on a continuum.

Black and white—that’s the world I inhabit.

There, things are clear-cut, simple, easy to understand.

I am either good or bad. I am acting crazy or sane. I am productive or unproductive.

But that isn’t life, is it? Things aren’t so cut-and-dry.

Life is a continuum. We are continuums in miniature.

Let’s take a single moment: right now. Sit back, close your eyes, think about your life, and allow your mind to let the thoughts come in naturally, without targeting anything specific…

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Can We Master Anything?

We write and we believe through the act of writing we are being honest.

The paper, to the pen, to the hand, the arm, the head, the brain.

A straight line. Connected. Mind to output.

But there are no straight lines in this floating space of existence.

No full clarity, no open view of ourselves. Not through anything, and not through writing.

Still, we do our best to create, and that’s all we can do.

I want to tell you that we can only write and write and in the practice of writing hope to distract ourselves from ourselves and therein discover some form of truth. The salamander caught lounging under a rock.

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Are You Listening to What You Should Say?

There is the paralysis of not knowing what to say. What should be said. What should be heard.

There is the freedom of simply saying.

Of sitting down while your brain recedes to the background and your fingers move to the foreground so the things that come out are those which themselves wish to be said, which have been waiting, paused, held floating within your ribcage, hoping for you to unbar the gates.

There is the reaction, and there is the release.

We base often the release on the anticipated reaction even though reaction, by definition, is a thing that follows.

The focus, if we can commit to honesty (and can’t we?), should be on the release.

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“Act As If” The World is Your Oyster…and Maybe?

“Act as if.”

You can probably figure out what it means, but I’ll nonetheless offer a little furtherance: Act as if means to play pretend with hope that your feelings and life follow the intent.

“ You might also say “Fake it ’til you make it.”

It’s so simple—it’s playing pretend—yet so much resistance arises (for me, at least) in implementing the behavior.

This is not support group mumbo jumbo, these are scientifically-backed mottos.

You’ve probably heard how smiling actually makes people happier or people with botox literally become less angry overall because they are less able to make angry faces.

These are just a few ways psychologists have proven that we are much more able to influence our feelings with our actions than we think.

I’ve been working on inhabiting this space, this life, as a writer for about eight months now.

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Blogger Confessions


When I began writing this blog October, it was for the premeditated purpose of gaining an audience for when my book launched.

All the authors whom I’d listened to in interviews said that this was the main thing they would’ve done differently if they were starting over fresh because the email audience turned out to be their top buyers.

Being the go-getter that I am, I rode the coattails of their mistakes all the way to town.

Well, I mean, it’s a small town; I don’t have many subscribers.

But it turns out I wasn’t doing the blog thing just to gain an audience for my book.

I was blogging for a lot of reasons that I had yet to realize.

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Forget Writer’s Block, Let’s Talk About Life Block

You haven’t heard of Life Block?

Well, look, you know what writer’s block is…

Life Block is writer’s block…but with life.

Allow me to explain…

When we have writer’s block, it’s usually either because

1. We are not informed enough on the subject at-hand
2. We’re fearful of the finished product (often subconsciously)
3. We’re simply too disinterested to put in the work.

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Mental Fog and Lost Desires

The great thing about real fog—the misty, creeping stuff—is that you tend to know it’s there.

You look out the window in the morning or descend a road into some rolling country valley and you know that you must treat the world, the outside, with care.

Safety becomes a concern. It’s automatic.

Turns out that mental fog doesn’t work that way.

Instead, it’s in you as much as you’re in it.

It’s snaking through your ears, resting on the crevices of your brain, wafting out your mouth as you smile and chat with a friend…

Without realizing it, you’ve simply become enveloped.

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Love Stuff and Creative Failings (Flailings?)

Here’s the thing:

I am 100% reluctant to write this post.

I’m not blogging about love and stuff. I’m not a teenager anymore. You don’t want to see the things I was writing then.

But the subject matter? Ohhh, I’m still dealing with that.

Fine. It’s love stuff. And I’m writing about it.

But why not? Is there a creative person out there—a person out there—who doesn’t get thrown off by love or some bastardization therein?

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Lookbacks From a Blogger

The thing about having this blog is that amidst all the reward of feeling like I am connecting with you (yes, you!) and “finding my voice” and all that is that I am also unable to avoid the painful discrepancies in my work tendencies.

The history of my habits is written out here for all of us to see.

I’m exposed, and I cannot run from evidence.

So…I really kind of feel like a f*ck up.

When I decided to become a writer, it was like being handed a lovely and colorful patchwork quilt. The sweet kind that you find in your grandmother’s guest bedroom.

It was rolled up tightly and bound with a with a shiny ribbon bow-tied with various hues of red.

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On the Anatomy of Feeling

Not with all the words in the world can we do ourselves justice.

Not with a sentence or a talk or a video or a book can we do feelings that fill us any honorable service.

How did I get here this morning?

I couldn’t hear my thoughts.

And I try to write them and bring myself to a place of sanity (don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m sane) and all I’m given are words.

Words to represent feelings when all feelings want to do is represent themselves.

How do we feel feelings, I ask?

It is a squeaking hamster wheel in the pit of my stomach. A grey lump in the lower part of my throat. Elbows that wish to float. Ears that burn or sparkle.

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Decision Fatigue: How Your Brain is (Surprisingly) Tired

Are you that person who can stick to routine no matter what the circumstance?

Who can set the phone down after a crisis call from your sister and then lace up for your morning run?

Or wake up after your first night in Paris and knock out the hour of writing you accomplish every morning?

Or receive an offer for free nachos and don’t cancel the healthy dinner you’d planned to cook for yourself?

If you’re that person, this post is not for you.

Do you ever spend so much time trying to figure out what to do with your time that the figuring out of things becomes a significant chunk of what you actually do with your time?

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Laws of Balance: What is the Way You’ll Find?

Two white cats eat their lunch here before me.

I’m watching them crouch up against their food as the black one shimmies up against my leg asking me for a thing I can’t understand.

And it’s a bit silly because they’re not mine and neither is this house and we’re all pretending we belong just fine, but I guess we’re all better for it.

They, for one, get to eat, and I, for two, get to live for free in Austin, Texas.

At least for a little while.

There’s this area of my creative pursuits that I haven’t written about so much because I blab about it endlessly in my upcoming book, but said book isn’t out yet so here we go:

The thing is housesitting.

Let’s talk about it because look, this whole starting-life-as-a-freelancer-creative-whatever thing often proceeds in fits and starts.

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Recently 30, I’ve pressed the reset button on my life and begun a quest to figure out how to shape this thing called life into exactly what I want. I’m self-educating (read: fumbling blindly) to learn how to make a living as a writer and how to be my own business. I’ll be documenting my progress, blabbling about my travels along the way, interviewing cool people, and hopefully making this fun and inspiring for all of us. Join the e-mail list, come along!