Lost in (Geographic) Translation
Times like these I find myself feeling a strange kinship with Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim: habitually disoriented, but at peace with a peculiar penchant for finding himself unstuck in time. Unlike […]
Times like these I find myself feeling a strange kinship with Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim: habitually disoriented, but at peace with a peculiar penchant for finding himself unstuck in time. Unlike […]
Given the big emotional and literary run-up I’ve given to previous deployments, it’s kind of embarrassing to pop up here and say, “Oh, uh – I forgot to mention that […]
It’s somewhere past midnight, and the song continues to pour forth, swirling and rising to the damp sky like the flames from this campfire we’re all gathered around in the […]
Day four of the writers conference and, honestly, I’ve given up on trying to find my groove. My morning pages have two new lines in at the top since Sunday, […]
It’s that dream again, the one where you’re 11 years and it’s the first day of summer camp. Only you’re actually 53, checking in for the Port Townsend Writers Conference. […]
Hey all – many many thanks for your patience as I work my way through all the jumbled writing (and non-writing) projects I’ve been juggling these past few months. I’ve […]