I'm sick, alone, and blue. I've revised and rewritten a story for submission and while I really like it, I don't think it's what this particular publication would be interested in. I'm not sure it's weird enough. I could go back to the beginning - remove some characters, age up the protagonist, shorten it. I'm … Continue reading Writer's Flu Blues
"Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers."
"When my brother and I were younger we'd invariably end up eyes locked, muscles tensed, scanning the other for the first sign of movement. Writing Celia feels just like that."
Fae v. Folk: Once upon a time in a world apart...
"But as she'd come to realize in the past week - the things she wanted and the things expected of her were like oil and water in a baker's mixing bowl."
How does a person who can go anywhere and do anything – someone who has complete free will – define him/herself? Without context, or even a mode of reflection, how does one not only justify one’s existence, but verify one’s existence in the first place?"Ted Hughes 'Wodwo'" article by Sweatshirt Poesy What of the wild rest of … Continue reading Forest Hearted: A Meditation in an Emergency
Part 1 in the Wodwo series on myths and trees and forest dwelling.
I've moved to a new job in a new city. Until September, I'm in between - liminal. Neither fully here, nor there. No one at the new job really knows what to do with me. They don't know what I'm supposed to be doing, where I'm supposed to go. I've been spending a lot of … Continue reading ghosts in the hallways
Shedding my shirt, my book, my coat, my life Leaving them, empty husks and fallen leavesGoing in search of food and for a springOf sweet water. I'll find a tree as wide as ten far menClear water rilling over its gray rootsBerries I'll find, and crabapples and nuts,And call it home. I'll tell the wind … Continue reading “Going Wodwo” by Neil Gaiman
"The woods have always held something special for us. Something sacred. The trees and thickets have been our security against those that would rend us apart. "