Today I was agitated. I couldn’t focus and couldn’t seem to walk off my agitation. Why I was bugged doesn’t matter, the fact is that it prevented me from concentrating and I need to figure that part of me out because I get bugged all the time. I get mad, Read more…
I felt moved (after a kind nudge) to do something more with the bit about wind in yesterday’s post. It turned into 1700+ words about how we like to think we enrich the landscape. Once I was already moving across the page, I felt inspired to poke at a newer Read more…
It would be easy to say that today was a total bust. I didn’t finish a book, I didn’t increase my word count.But it can’t be about word count alone. It can’t be just a job, or it makes no sense. Just like it can’t be about getting the giant Read more…
Annie Dillard’s For the Time Being kept blowing me away, all afternoon. I would read a few subsections and have to just sit and stare into space for awhile. I didn’t finish the book; I didn’t want to rush it. She talks about the nature of personal, spiritual, and material Read more…
I started today with a long walk up the road. It’s a gravel road, lined on both sides by seemingly endless expanses of close-cropped grassland. Between the road and the parallel barbed wire fences that keep the grasses from escaping, is a narrow gully full of clumps of weeds, deep-looking Read more…
Day one at the Shortgrass residency is nearly done. I’ve finished reading my first book, Eula Biss’ Notes from No Man’s Land, and I’ve knit a few inches on my Frances sweater. All of the books I selected were high on my “hurry up and get to this” list all Read more…