Blocked? Busy? Either way, still blank
The blank page. Staring back, no matter how long I stare at it. Waiting, without the slightest hint or notion of either patience or impatience. ...
Category: the writing life
Beginning to sit again
I still remember my first stories. Not every detail, not at all. But I remember that they happened, the circumstances, and how it felt to tell them, and t...
Casting about
I have been in the early throes of what feels like a sort of crisis here at The Floating Egg lately, and it is finally spilling out of the closed-up capsu...
That Tickles
Sometimes I feel like there are tiny gods crawling all over my body. They itch like crazy, or maybe it is more like a tickle; but not the kind of tickle tha...
Not afraid to ask
With the new calendar year we are going to try some new features here at The Floating Egg. For a long time now we have wanted to work up a few regular co...