Thinking about writing.

Thoughts on creativity by Melissa Morrow.

Thinking about writing.

Category: Creativity


reading is magical

Working on self-doubt this week. It’s funny how it works: you’ll be plugging along fine but then something will trip you up. A tiny criticism. Some confusion. More likely than not, overwhelm. Fear. You want to isolate and hide and Read more…

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…

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…

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…

Today, I am.

Photo of big Russian bell

Late in 2010, I finished writing my first novel. It was super religious (as was I, at the time) — pages and pages of Church history and people talking about theology. It was just a “light little mystery” and I Read more…

Befriend your demons.

Demons of self-doubt attacking.

The truth is that any demon honestly met becomes a friend, and our friends should be treated wisely if we wish them to remain our friends. Rolf Gates, Meditations from the Mat Today, my demon-friend self-doubt and I are going Read more…

Bust a mood.

Ducks by a lake in Lubbock, Texas

“He who plants a tree, plants hope.”  ~Lucy Larcom, on a random rock in Lubbock, Texas Early morning rain Coffee Morning pages Revising book and realizing that writing just one scene would go a long way toward making the end Read more…

The things inside.

Photo of nuns in Byzantine monastery

Eight years ago today, I slipped on the ice, fell, and hit my head on a curb. I woke up in the arms of one of the nuns I was living with, who was crying and saying, “Sister, wake up! Read more…



We can do better than this. Better than all this conflict competition division stereotyping. I know that being on a team makes us feel like we belong and labels make us feel like there’s an order but we are not Read more…