Some nights it’s true, there just aren’t any words, no pretty ones anyway. None worth showing to the world. None that even seem worth the pages of your journal. Just self-indulgent scrawls that amount to nothing. Some nights the silence is too heavy to hear through....
This time around – Uncommon Sense is a little different. This time, instead of being the one who answers the question – full of wisdom and all the right words – I am the one asking, the one tangled in doubt and insecurity and the wilds of creative...
Last week – a week I rather dramatically called ‘Do or Die Week’ – I sent the following email to my list of subscribers on the topic of creative resistance. More specifically, my own creative resistance. I was in a space that held both deep...
