Sometimes, we forget. We wake in the morning and hope to find our way to the desk. We hope to hear from the manuscript in front of us that we are welcome, that our company is longed for, that the stroke of our hands will be healing and full of discovery. But maybe the sleep …
Making Sense and Nonsense: A Conversation at Vermillion
Last night I was privileged to hang out with my friend and collage artist extraordinaire Marty Gordon. We decided to take in a conversation of seeming epic proportion at a Capitol Hill art gallery gathering place called Vermillion, where a man named John Boylan was hosting a artist-dense conversation on the notion of making …
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…Which Held All Possibilities
"Each sentence hung over an abyssal ocean or sky which held all possibilities, as well as the possibility of nothing." Writing used to be a sensual joy. It's more pounding now, more churning out material, wondering how to not get lost in the sea of sentences now ebbing and flowing in swift currents and tides. …
The Unmerited Grace of the Work
"At its best, the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace. It is handed to you, but only if you look for it. You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then--and only then--it is handed to you." --Annie Dillard, The Writing Life Odd isn't it, that there is work …
The Feral Work in the Next Room
Annie Dillard's The Writing Life. I should have read it back in February, when I first began approaching my current project. Funny thing is, the image she describes in the following paragraph is one I have kept in the back of my mind for years. A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts …
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