Emily and Me in Isolation

Memorizing poems is a practice that’s nourishing, meaningful, and entirely unproductive from an economic standpoint.

Too late! Whittling goals in a time of crisis

one of us wrote the words “too late” across the calendar. From that point on, only essentials could take place.

Lowered Expectations

My new mantra comes from MadTV

The Water of Attention

Without attention, the projects behave badly, turning a little weird. Job application, I think, why did you get so ponderous and stale? You, book proposal, what are these funny little sentences? And, as they curdle, I start to resent them: uggh, why are you still kicking around? Isn’t it time for you to graduate or get a job or something?

Yeah, but did you puke? (why I take classes)

Riffing on Portlandia, we’ve decided that any charcoal disaster can be solved by “putting a pear on it.” My drawings are full of pears that exist nowhere in the original still life.

For Your New Year: The Outbox

I suspect that lots of writers engage in a similarly optimistic to-do list shuffle, bumping failed or failed-for now projects from calendar to calendar

Out of sight….

Hard to do something when you don’t have the supplies or even know where they are.