There are no photos in my my writing room. No kids, no parents, no family. Pictures of my parents have the worst effect on me when I’m trying to write. “When are you going to get a real job, Barb?” they shout from their frames as I enter the workroom. Peering over my shoulder, they pass judgment on me and my thoughts, “You’re writing about that? Shame on you.”
Feng Shui Tip for the Writing Room and the Bedroom — Your Mother’s Not Allowed, and Neither Are the Kids
Ever since I read Noah Lukeman’s treatise on the comma in a 2006 issue of The Writer’s Chronicle, I have been a fan. A devotee. No, let’s face it, a groupie.
Can a religious person be an real artist these days? Can “great” art address matters spiritual in the modern era? Yes and yes, says Gregory Wolfe, editor of Image, a journal of art, faith and mystery.
I’m liking composer John Adams’ memoir, “Hallelujah Junction: Composing an American Life,” for its fine writing and its insights into the creative life and process.