Often, I ponder how many incredible ideas end up falling through the cracks over the years. With the postal service and shipping industry both in overload crisis mode, it’s not just ideas getting lost in the mail. Of course, who really sends letters anymore? Rather, how many great ideas, including pitches for manuscripts that never…

Road trips are one of my all-time favorite pastimes. Adventures on roads less traveled are even more my favorites. Back roads often provide the most inspiring memories. But oftentimes it’s less for the remarkable scenery and landmarks than the company shared between family, dear friends, and special loved ones. The conversations shared range from small…

There she sits, dreaming up names for her heroes and heroines, her villains, and her trusty steed, or car, or spaceship. She dreams of an endless space, full of wonders, delights, and dangers she can’t yet fathom. The train that is her imagination has not yet departed for such reaches, frontiers, and fantastic outer spaces…

As a child, my world was a symphony of sounds and melodies that swirled around me in a whirlwind of wonder. I’d hum along to familiar tunes, losing myself in the rhythms and beats. I let the music take me to places beyond reality, stimulating my already wild imagination. During these innocent times, I’d often…

The deepest cuts of my writing often emerge in the latest hours of the night. When they do, the inspiration slowly fades as dawn approaches. If this phase of inspired prose is left to wane without expression, it’s lost forever. So, to force rest when there is none seemingly to be had is pointless, especially…

Have you ever had a moment where you were sure the creative juices were about to start flowing, but then refused to gel into anything useful? Many of my scribblings over the years would start with a great idea, then suddenly stopped making sense. Sometimes, my train of thought will even stop mid-sentence. Sometimes, I’d…

Looking back fondly at my early childhood, echoes of what were once the moments of my waking life seem to be transfigured into wondrous exhibits. Many of these memories become like pieces of artistic curiosity displayed in galleries of reminiscence, rather than snapshots of events that occurred within the reach of my senses. Blurred lines…

I’ve come to many crossroads in my life, but none so daunting as the one I’m facing now: to sleep or not to sleep. Every time I lay my head to rest, I find myself in a state of panic, for my nights are now overloaded with bad dreams, many of which feel so real…

Being so dedicated to the craft of writing, I’m besieged by an eternal question: How do I deal with this perplexing system of value, which demands my participation, even as I strive to attain a utopian existence free from the shackles of capitalism? That then begs for another pressing question: How can I reconcile these…