Many people–I among them–have used the image of a giant soup pot for the writer’s mind and stories. Everything around goes into the pot, the pot bubbles along, and at some point out comes a bowl of something good. I notice increasingly though that what comes out depends on how the writer conceives of story…should Read More…
Day: November 6, 2020
Seasons
First week of November: our trees and bushes are changing color. Last week we began noticing the glowing green of leaves losing some of their chlorophyll…sun shining through, and not just on, them. But this morning I walked out into a display of yellow: the ash trees, the bois d’arc trees, the western soapberries…bright buttery Read More…