Writing Workshop with Wind
It is a delicate thing, this gathering of spirits, this communal bloodletting on paper. It takes a degree of trust… …
It is a delicate thing, this gathering of spirits, this communal bloodletting on paper. It takes a degree of trust… …
Is there a muse for each of us, I wonder? Or is there instead some Yoda-like creature who sits on the table, piled atop giant cushions, doling out inspiration like so much soup.
Ten weeks ago, I said yes to an unlikely proposition. Sadly, nothing that would curl the hair or flush the …