It's 2020 and I'm gathering all my creative-flotsam together in preparation for (almost) 6 weeks of (pretty much) uninterrupted time down south and with the pressure of the holidays subsiding (along with the worldwide catastrophes mounting), I'm anticipating so hard that I can feel it in my chest. Writers, you're with me in recognizing that itch to make-it-so, right?
The gift is time. Yes, having the time en-masse; the time to wallow; time to draft and edit then scribble some more. It's been sorely lacking in my life. It's the mad component of the creative life.
During these hibernating-months, it's what I wish for you...time!
HAPPY NEW YEAR, y'all
Poet. Writer. Teacher. Artist.