I was going through a secret box I keep hidden in the back of the closet in an old wooden chest. I call it my inspiration box.
It’s full of oddities, pictures, poems, sayings, childhood drawings, love notes, letters and everything in between. Sometimes when I’m feeling blocked or unsure, I begin the adventure of pouring through all that I’ve collected.
Today, I found a small (9cmX13CM) booklet from 1916 when my grandmother taught at a school. Inside were three poems meant …

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I have written many journal entries for this site. They’re sitting tucked away on my hard drive in such a disheveled fashion. There are the basic .txt files, the slightly modified .doc files and the almost but not quite done .html files.
I don’t, however, have any complete ones to share. I’ve been trying really hard to finish them, and I think that’s my problem.
When I first started this site is was with such basic, naive intentions. I just wanted to …

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The day of September 11th I lost all words. I had no coherent thoughts or ideas. There was no creativity or passion inside me that day. I was left, as most people, in complete shock. I went to bed that night not knowing what to think about that day or the future.
The days that followed my mind started to slowly grasp what had happened. The more aware I became of what was going on and how I felt, the less …

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I received this email this morning:

Hi Alex, First of all I want to welcome you to our writers’ tribe at Be Real Magazine. We are delighted to have you join us! We intend to include one of your pieces in the Bravery issue, which will be out sometime in November.
Thank you again for your contributions – contributing in itself is an act of bravery!
Yay!
all the best,
Julie
 

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This website has touched more people than I ever thought possible; I have received so much email from so many that I can’t help but be amazed by each note I receive. There are a lot of people who want to do what I’m doing, and sometimes that makes me feel like I’m not only doing this for myself, but for every other person who just can’t.
That’s been a lot of pressure. Pressure I didn’t know I’d have and I …

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I think the problem I face with writing as my current and only job is that I give myself too much freedom. I think I do this because I have never had freedom in a job. Before I had to be at work by 8am and I had to put in my 8 hours or else. I had to do work each day to keep the job and to get paid for it and earn respect. I had pressures to …

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I was going to just go straight home after the Docent class today, but as I left the class I started to have all these thoughts running through my brain. And I thought by the time I had caught the bus and gotten home and turned on the computer, all the thoughts would have disappeared. So instead of letting that happen, I stopped into a cafe for a latte and a salad so that I could sit down and write …

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