The Blank Page

My life can become glutted with words. I read breaking news, profiles, analysis, interviews, think pieces, literary criticism, testimonials, scholarship — and yes, also fiction, essays, poetry, discussions of craft. And the more I read, the more I write, taking notes on everything I want to remember, recording the passages that give me goosebumps, in addition to syllabus planning, and research, and my sabbatical goal of 500 words a day (yes, OF COURSE I drop the ball on that one, I mean have you SEEN the news lately?).

It’s a lot.  Some days, it’s too much; words are too much.  I find solace in the blank page — not the page that wants to be filled, but the page that wants to be blank for a while. When language feels overwhelming, I turn to silence, and make blank books and empty boxes, spaces of possibility where I put my faith in the words that I will write some day in the future.  But not right now, when right now feels too noisy, too messy, too much.

Leaps of Faith: Under Water

Leaps of Faith: Under Water

In March, 2017, The Sun Magazine included my flash nonfiction “Under Water” in its “Reader’s Write” column.  The theme?  Leaps of faith.

An audio version of my work was included in a podcast for AIRSLA (Automated Internet Reading Service of Los Angeles,, a non-profit organization that provides online podcasts of news, information, and entertainment for those who are sight-impaired or reading-impaired.

It’s a lovely rendering of my words (even if my name is mispronounced).  Take a listen; I hope you like it.

Reading About: the writer’s focus

Reading About: the writer’s focus

“The working artist will not tolerate trouble in her life because she knows trouble prevents her from doing her work. The working artist banishes from her world all sources of trouble. She harnesses the urge for trouble and transforms it in her work.”

“Self doubt can be an ally.  This is because it serves as an indicator of aspiration. It reflects love, love of something we dream of doing, and desire, desire to do it. If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends), ‘Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?’ chances are you are.”

The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death.”

— Steven Pressfield

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