In these chaotic, stressful times, it feels like the default setting is survival. We table the “creative stuff” for later—some undefined “someday” when things calm down.

While many of us sigh longingly about wanting to go on a solo writing retreat,  usually it ends there. Better to keep it a far-off fantasy than an up close reality, right? If we actually GO, who knows what might happen!

We all know how to create from emotional pain (Van Gogh, anyone?). But what is less discussed is creating from physical pain.

Sigh, I’m blocked. This blog and other writing has been on my to-do list, but when I try to sit down and write, the feeling is “blech.” No interest. I’d rather clean toilets.

I finally understand what my writing clients have been experiencing for years. They have gone from insisting they are not writers… until in a flash they understand, beyond words, that they are.