We can only learn from mistakes, by identifying them, determining their source, and correcting them. . . people learn more from their own mistakes than from the successes of others.
Being asked, "Where are you REALLY from?" makes one feel OTHERED.
You don't feel like smiling? Then what? Force yourself to smile. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy.
The writer's job, after all, is not to dictate meaning, but to give the reader enough pieces to create his or her own satisfying meaning. The story is truly finished—and meaning is made—not when the author adds the last period, but when the reader enters the story and fills that little ambiguous space, completing the circuit, letting the power flow through.
What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.
When you mention to people growing up in Cleveland they bring up the river catching on fire, or LeBron James leaving, they have these references, but no one imagines ending up there.
I am very active on Twitter and one thing that keeps popping up is "How do I balance having a kid and writing?" And I know it should not be as aggravating, but I know no one ever asks a male writer that. Or, any male that.
There have been times when I've thought about it - but with my luck it would probably turn out to be only a temporary solution.
If I had inherited a fortune I should probably not have cast my lot with mathematics.
Even in the busiest lives, there is room for a sacred pause. Between actions, pause and remember who you are.
You learn stuff from every character you play about the human condition that can be quite enlightening.