A ghost, a wife, a motel room: bring on the tears

Last week I clutched my iPad closely to my chest after reading the last words of “The Motel Room” by Alyssa Cooper. My eyes brimmed with tears, but I couldn’t let myself cry. It was a rainy day, and I was on the bus en route to one of my evening MBA classes. The atmosphere… Read More

Where do words go when they die?

This post started out as a lamentation on the pitfalls of the writing and critique process. I wrote four paragraphs and then deleted them just now. Oops, I just did it again. You will never see those paragraphs or those words. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe they were bad paragraphs.… Read More