As a writer, I find holidays often disturbing, not liberating, in their disruption of tempo, their open-ended time.

As you explore your inner world, your outer world will come more sharply into focus. As you face your imagined barriers, you will encounter real ones, as well.

The voice of our original self is often muffled, overwhelmed, even strangled, by the voices of other people’s expectations.

Perfectionism doesn't believe in practice shots. It doesn't believe in improvement. Perfectionism has never heard that anything worth doing is worth doing badly--and that if we allow ourselves to do something badly we might in time become quite good at it. Perfectionism measures our beginner's work against the finished work of masters. Perfectionism thrives on comparison and competition. It doesn't know how to say, "Good try," or "Job well done." The critic does not believe in creative glee--or any glee at all, for that matter. No, perfectionism is a serious matter.

Did you write today? Then you're a writer today.

Serious art is born from serious play.

Pray to catch the bus, then run as fast as you can.