I’m almost afraid to acknowledge how quiet it is right now in my apartment building, on my street – everywhere, really. Dead quiet. It’s like the birds even know it’s a solemn holiday. This kind of peace is what I crave every day. As I’ve gotten older, I swear either my hearing has gotten incredibly … Continue reading Quiet Please
I crave the quiet. On Martin Luther King Jr.’s holiday, I awoke to a city that was still asleep – everywhere. There were no cars on the street, no people milling around, no construction crews backing up trucks... The planes overhead also on a break. Not a sound in the sky. The birds, not being … Continue reading White Noise
My most productive time of day tends to be the early morning. Always has been. I’m what you call a “morning” person. I wake easily at 4:30am, on a late day 5:00am – I pour my coffee and start writing. It’s this perfect kind of quiet that fuels me. It’s not just the absence of … Continue reading The Perfect Time of Day
Creative Simplicity 