Tag Archives: creative writing

Scene from my writing couch

Windows south and west:
Leaves glisten, buds pop, birds flirt.
Light glows all around.

Caldera

As residency;
As geologic soufflé:
Holds space for magic.

First writer’s residency: update

The days slip by, yet
progress is great. More! Faster!
Hunger never filled.

A writer hits her stride

Working amid a
fortress of pine: thoughts flourish,
pen speeds along page.

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.

thrift shop

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.

Going analog

Words spill out on page,
Cascading deluge of thoughts.
Love when writing flows.