November 14, 2011
When we are lucky, we enter what the poet Marjorie Saiser calls “cruise control.” It is a state of grace, in which our egos have disappeared, the juices are flowing,and we are on with the writing. Musicians and athletes call it “going into the zone.” Often, this most effortless of writing ends up being our [...]
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November 7, 2011
Did you hear that? It came from deep inside, a long, gut-emptying exhale, like the last few gusts of wind at the end of a blustery summer storm. That’s what I sound like tonight. I’m tired. I’ve had some kind of commitment every weekend since Labour Day. I’ve ignored my new set of rules, the [...]
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