Thinking about writing.

Thoughts on creativity by Melissa Morrow.

Thinking about writing.

Showing up.

show up for your work

It’s 5:00 a.m. on a Tuesday. It’s quiet here now. The remodeling next door went on until well past 10:00 last night. The barometric pressure is crashing so my ears are ringing and my skin feels itchy and raw. The Read more…


Go make something. It’s good for you.

be creative

Nearly 7:00 a.m. in Lubbock, Texas. A chilly 29 degrees and it sure was hard to get out of my warm bed this morning, especially with one cat sleeping on my hip and the other one in the small of Read more…


Good enough.

Do you work. It's good enough.

Yesterday was a bit of a rough day for me. I dove back into the edits of my fourth novel, the first in the Horologion series, and am posting it, chapter by chapter, on a critique group. So it’s not Read more…


Buzzards and all.

I’m back from a work trip to Junction, Texas (for those of you who aren’t familiar, Texas Tech has a site/campus/center in the Hill Country. It’s very cool.) I was dreading the trip a little for several reasons, mainly because Read more…


Put on your (creative) habit.

Even nuns are creative.

Thinking about habit today: how hard it is to maintain a productive one and how easy it is to fall idle. It took all my willpower this morning to get out of bed. You’ve heard about my bed, right? It’s Read more…


Creativity waits.

Waiting for you to make something.

Here’s the thing about creativity: it’s always waiting for you to come back to it. Whether it’s been a couple of weeks of draining but productive work at a full-time job or it’s been 50 years since you sat with Read more…


No decisions in February.

Poetry about running in the rain.

No decisions in February  she said and she believed it like some mystic’s mantra that would  save everyone around us. Darker there, colder, shorter days even, she runs in the rain hooded slicker worn, wet sneakers splashing through puddles saying Read more…


Getting after it.

I started off Nanowrimo on November 1st this year with just an idea, though my main characters are ones that I have been friendly with through my last two books: the time-traveling monk and a bell that is a bit Read more…


Take me into the rain.

Take me into the rain again. This time I will not be afraid that you will walk too fast and leave me behind or that I will get tired and you will know that I am too old. I will Read more…


I want to be Irish.

Irish ocean. I love Ireland.

What would it be like to live in a place like this? Where you walk to the end of the street and a bay, a color of blue that makes you wonder if you ever understood the color blue, swims Read more…