Category Archives: Writers Write


photo 1 photo 2 photo 3I ate at a favorite restaurant yesterday, Josephine’s. I love this place so much I used it as a setting in a novel.

Charlie’s Chili was an icehouse. Annie didn’t know what that meant before she became a Texan. The fact that the century old building once housed Finkle’s meat market said everything about its current incarnation.

It faced the end of a freeway exit ramp. That was why the owner left the tree. A live oak once grew up through the ceiling. Now, only the trunk remained, blocking the view from the door and forming a barricade to the patrons beyond. To the left was the bar. Booths lined the opposite wall, and tables filled the space between. The kitchen with its pass-through window anchored the back, and beside it, the hall to the restroom. Texas tunes played on the jukebox–Willie Nelson, Jerry Jeff Walker, and the Dixie Chicks, before and after their George W. Bush comments.

The food was local. The beer was cold. The crowd crammed in like planks in the hardwood floor, warped and wavy with the shifting times.

How To Get It Done

WarofArtBreaking a rule here. A while back, I decided NOT to write about writing. After all, I’m out to recruit readers not writers to my little slice of the internet. Crisply Spoken is supposed to be about developing my voice.

Problem #1: I got stuck. And when I have a problem, I’m miserable until I find an answer.

Problem #2: I found too many answers. The internet is loaded with advice. Most of it—not that great.

I read so many blogs about how to fix my slow drift into the soft haze of apathy, I started looking for a correlation. Wow. That sentence sure sums it all up into a tidy stack. The insight wasn’t tidy. It was NOT a Eureka moment. It was more like constipation. Like the hives. Like lactose intolerance. Definitely unbecoming. Absolutely passive aggressive.

In my search for the answer to writer’s block, the same title appeared again and again. Every creative with half a clue mentioned the same book. Since I don’t want to appear clueless, I’m sharing it with you.

The War of Art by Steven Pressfield

I won’t summarize. If you have a real problem, you need to read the whole book. It’s short. 190 pages. I will say this. Now, I don’t worry if I’m good. I don’t worry if anyone will read my work. I don’t worry about finding an agent or making a sale. I worry about showing up.  That’s the goal. Every day, I sit down at my laptop and type. It turns out, showing up works for me. If you’re struggling, I hope it works for you. Read the book, The War of Art by Steven Pressfield.

False Assumption

falseassumptionI have a neighbor, who sends me junk email. Specifically, she posts political propaganda in opposition to my beliefs. She doesn’t mean to be malicious (at least not to me personally. She’s very malicious in her views.) She simply believes I think like she does.

I delete the emails. I read the first few words to make sure it’s spam. And then, I hit the D button.

I’m tempted to hit return and debate the garbage, but it wouldn’t change her mind. I’m tempted to put a placard in my front yard like the neighbor down the street, No Selfishness. Or a bumper sticker on my car, Vote for ___. I’m tempted to sign her up for all of my liberal leaning political action groups, but the message would be lost on her.

Robert Frost wrote, “Good fences make good neighbors.” I’ve built a twenty-first century fence around my property, a boundary of non-response.


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