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A view of the sea
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A view of the sea

How would that work?

Notes on a current revison

Observations on revision

on nursing and belonging

The day before Thanksgiving I had a cold; nevertheless I took a walk.

What if a woman could be herself at the top?

Maybe this is wrong of me—but I read every novel as being primarily about its own composition, or writing in general.

Rook’s Nest in Hertfordshire was E.M.
The other night I saw a play called John Proctor Is the Villain. I knew very little about it, but I wanted to see a play; I never go because they cost so much.

I spent six weeks this summer at an arts residency.

Rain is drilling through the trees and somewhere to my left it is pounding out different notes on the stones of the walkway.

Here is the premise I am abiding by these days: The novel I am writing already exists.

Thank you to those of you have reached out to ask about my recent dearth of posts.

Alice on Sunday on Monday

Two Christmas reads

How to write like you did when you knew nothing about it

I have ideas, notions, impulses all the time.
get past it now

For two weeks, there has been a slow hammering nearby.