Quiet Rebel Writer

I can’t say that I like a lot of poetry. I try to. I really do. But when I think of poetry I think of my massive anthology of Romantic Poets from a lit class in college. In the midst of reading those dense, 20-page epic poems by Blake or Shelley my eyes would cross, […]

Welcome to the week, everyone! Let’s push Monday doldrums to the side with our Monday date. If you’ll remember, this date is to give ourselves a little creative kick. Last week, I wrote:
I hate the term writer’s block, because I don’t think this phenomena is limited to writers. No matter your field, there’s the […]

On days like today, when the Chicago weather is shitty and it’s a Monday and all I want to do is hop back into bed, writing feels like a chore. The act of pulling words out of nowhere and making them into some sort of coherent document is drudgery. I’d call it a case of […]

Here we go. Still anticipated. Still influential. Still ready for your abject devotion.  My weekly take on the best in cultured offerings. Enjoy! Â
Tunes: I’ve had a very eclectic mix going on Yahoo Music this week, with Louis XIV, Les Savy Fav, Black Mountain, and old school Pavement and Yo La Tengo. The new Louis XIV […]

I refuse to call them resolutions. Resolutions are fleeting and fail without fail. Instead, they’re goals. Goals that just happen to be made around the new year. I made them, and they revolve around work – specific income goals, client wish lists, etc. All very statistical and nicely aggressive. I’m proud of them. Â
But I also […]