I’m at a writers’ residency in Maine, writing and revising and enjoying the company of some of the coolest writers and visual artists ever. I’m becoming a little addicted to the “code” we speak in; I asked one of the residents what he thought someone off the street would say if they overheard us. He said, they’d tell us to get a job.
But the job of creating is such a fun one, even when it doesn’t come easy. I love the days I have huge breakthroughs, and the days I do nothing but stare at the same few sentences, sighing and moaning.
It’s damn pretty here.