Windows south and west:
Leaves glisten, buds pop, birds flirt.
Light glows all around.
Scene from my writing couch
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A season for silly
Breaks rejuvenate
Even when the writing’s great.
Built a snow lobster!
(My partner has 3 stuffed lobsters, all identical but different sizes, and I brought 2 of them with me to this artist residency. I swear, him lending me a stuffed lobster was a bigger moment than him giving me a key! Of course I texted him a picture of this. Also, I might’ve been laughing the entire time I was making the snow lobster.)
Pause for sanity
Open porch beckons.
Silver sunshine, singing creek.
Lunchtime companions.
First writer’s residency: update
The days slip by, yet
progress is great. More! Faster!
Hunger never filled.
Skirting writer’s block
Cork board reads: when stuck,
Skip ahead three paragraphs.
Mantra for the month.
Serendipity
Trip to town turned up
two skeletons playing cards.
Now it’s back to work.
First days of first artist’s residency
A-frame cabins glow.
Awaiting inspiration,
I nap, stare at trees.
Note: I’m not normally a writer who sits around waiting for inspiration. I’m firmly in the camp that showing up is half the work, and that a consistent writing practice builds creative muscle. However, the minute I got here I realized how physically exhausted I was, so I gave myself a couple days to NOT write, trusting I would hear an internal signal when my body had rested enough to begin. And sure enough, this morning I woke up ready to tackle an essay that’s been impossible to wrestle into shape.
Life of a creative writer
Revise, submit, wait.
Sometimes months between cycles.
What a strange hobby.
Community theater
Three rows hug a stage.
Thai spirits, Black displacement.
Best production yet.
Jessica Yen 