I tried something different and now I don't think I'll do it any other way.

Pen held firmly between my fingers, but suspended loosely in mid-air, I noticed in real-time how muc...

Yesterday, I did something I don't normally do after someone commented on an essay I wrote...

Ok, fine—most of the time I'm not excited about catching up on email.

As a writer I've never really dealt with writer's block in the way I've seen it described by others.

When I looked up, I was surprised to see the crowd had disappeared entirely.

For years, sleep paralysis meant I’d wake up unable to move or speak.

The snow was starting to pick up. Wind, too.

Ski lodges have such a distinct smell.

Most days I wake up in a fog of confusion, but not today.

It was late, but my brain would simply not wind down for bed.

The sun was setting but I barely noticed the light being siphoned from the walls.