The writing experience is very much like walking a cat. Or at least the specific experience my wife and I have when we periodically take our inherited elderly black cat for a walk on a leash. Sometimes the process comes along quickly, as the article and I rush ahead, full of curiosity and interest, sussing out possibilities and following scents. But other times it just flops down on a warm spot on the pavement. Sure, I’m still talking about the cat, but again the analogy to writing is spot on.
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Overcoming Imposter Syndrome: A Songwriter’s Confession and Pledge
Reflecting on the Book “Own Your Greatness”I’m a writer. Actually, I answer 9-1-1 calls in Cincinnati and write articles and web copy for a few small companies locally and across the United States. Before that I was a teacher and a principal for 25 years.But, if you caught me in an unguarded moment, and I… Continue reading Overcoming Imposter Syndrome: A Songwriter’s Confession and Pledge
Thank You, GoSolo
Last week the owners of GoSolo.Subkit.com reached out to me to learn more about my work as an entrepreneur. These types of requests are not too unusual. GoSolo is not Time Magazine after all, but it was still flattering to have someone recognize my business and experience, and ask me to share my advice and… Continue reading Thank You, GoSolo
To Be Seen As We Are
My eulogy for my mother, where I explain my journey from seeing her as merely “Mom” to seeing her as a whole, complex, lovely, independent person I was fortunate to know.
Apply Mental Models in New Ways to Surmount Old Obstacles
I’ve been reading Range by David Epstein, a book I will expound upon once I have finished it. But a key concept that he introduces early in the book is that in order to become a truly transformational thinker in your field of expertise, you have to have a wide range of experiences that you… Continue reading Apply Mental Models in New Ways to Surmount Old Obstacles
A Reflection on the Necrology (and My Mom, Who’s Alive)
Jack Jose reflects on the practice of remembering the dead, and wondering what heaven looks like for those who are still alive.