There are post-its around my computer, and every time I find a word I love, I write it down.
plume :: window pane :: alloy :: tatter :: hull :: unfurl :: lichen :: socketed :: shushing :: swill :: bread :: winnow :: silt :: heron
A blog I discovered today and am wondering where it has been all this time: materials for a time machine.
I am thinking more about writing, about the process, about community. I am thinking about alternatives to MFA programs, or complimentary work, about the way in which I can turn myself on as a writer, a light switch, when I am in a room full of writing, when an instructor tells me to go.
I am thinking about the places where I leave evidence of myself--the post-its and marginalia, the evidence of reading--the community of reading and readers.
7 hours ago