Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I’m a man of lists. I love everything about them. How much so? In 400 words or less, I can tell you: --They keep me organized and moving in the right direction. --They satisfy my perfectionist-keep-working-until-you-get-it-right nature. --They’re easy to complete and I like the feeling of checking tasks off. There goes another! --They help... Continue Reading →
I celebrate an anniversary of sorts this week. I won’t be throwing a party or even having cake or champagne, but it’s still a pretty special anniversary. I celebrate my third year as a blogger. For those of you who are counting, that's churning out one to two blogs a week for a total of... Continue Reading →
When I look in the mirror in the morning, I see a young kid looking back at me. I wipe the steam from the mirror and a recent college graduate, in the big city, off on his own for the first time, stares back at me. He looks younger. I don’t see quite the same... Continue Reading →
The guy looked like a used car salesman in his jacket and tie and large binder, but his bulky linebacker frame, the rapid movement of his eyes, his mess of fiery red hair, and waving arms gave the impression of a crazed lunatic. He stalked back and forth in front of the receptionist’s desk and... Continue Reading →
I have a conundrum. I try to journal a couple of times a week. I'll stop what I'm doing for ten to fifteen minutes to write about my worries, fears, hopes, dreams, things that I’m thankful for and even upcoming events on our calendar. It’s all pretty run-of-the-mill stuff. I’ve found that when I put... Continue Reading →
I stood up from the desk, bleary-eyed and tired, and looked out the window at the nighttime sky. I had been tapping away at the computer for a good five hours and I had at least another two hours of work in front of me. I had written 18 pages of a 20-page paper on... Continue Reading →
A short story on a father's return in a moment of crisis and the power of redemption. . . . Dan clutched his bag and got up to leave. He passed empty desk after desk and let out a curse. How come he was the only one still at work? The rest of the team had... Continue Reading →
The English language is a frustrating friend. She'll wow you with great writing that reaches across the page and touches your soul. She'll string together stunning phrase after stunning phrase that turns the mundane into something out-of-this-world and leaves you breathless. And then you sit down to write and she’ll trick you into using “there”... Continue Reading →
The words and ideas come fast and furious. I can’t get them down on the laptop screen fast enough. They spill out of me bucket after bucket, more defined than the one before. I string two phrases together and two more replace them around the bend. I finish with one blog and before I know... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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