New Post has been published on http://aarongreenstories.com/2013/words-of-others-jeff-goins/ Words of Others: Jeff Goins Today’s Words of Others features a brief encounter of mine with You Are A Writer (so start acting like one) by one of my latest writing coaches, Jeff Goins. So we’re clear, Jeff doesn’t know
What’s in your bike basket? #dinner
Hello, tumblrbot. I’m a little concerned that whatever I write back to you will not really be comprehended. Nevertheless, my favorite is my bicycle.
Image property of www.youareawriter.com Today’s Words of Others features a brief encounter of mine with You Are A Writer (so start acting like one) by one of my latest writing coaches, Jeff Goins. So we’re clear, Jeff doesn’t know me outside of receiving my ping-backs and page
I make no promises other than to say I will try. In an effort to “show up daily,” as one of my new favorite writers and bloggers encourages, I have decided to make each day of the week a different kind of post. This, I
There is something brewing inside of me. Metaphorically, I mean. It is welling, up, and up, like a hot-air ballon. I can feel fire inside, churning and pushing, burning toward the sky. If it could speak it would be yelling: Well? When are you going
“Brunch?” He nodded. I’d never been to the 5 Cent Diner before, but my roommate Les had. He said it was the kind of place you go to get comfort food, and that probably a lot of people go there after partying the night before.
This is a short piece I wrote for LOVE NAIL TREE‘s 5th Edition. Hope you enjoy! It is with us when we rouse from plenty’s cozy hours of rest; here as we welcome warm, cleansing waters upon half-slumbered faces, yawning into quiet morning kitchens to casually break
I wrote a brief personal assessment of 2012 two days ago. Very brief, in fact. As I re-read it I could see Don Miller all across the page. Yeah, yeah. I am aware that every mid-to-late twenty-something male interested in writing poetry and reading the classics,
The tallest boy reached down and scooped up a handful of dirt. From the corner of my eye I watched as he slowly rose and began to move behind the rest of his chanting and prodding friends. The leader stared me dead in