When The Enrichment Project began to stretch into its third year, I felt like I'd been dropped into a giant maze. Much later, I select Touchstones to represent what I was learning from the Enrichment Project.
Editing progress is made. Which requires much Compassion.
"And there was a huge explosion," my little chapbook reads, "which, as you know, is the quickest way to get things done. The explosion was not the beginning-- just the next change . . . We are all divisions of it, down to an elemental level. We change it changes itself."
Clasping her cup of coffee across from me, DeAnna confessed, “I couldn’t sleep last night at all. I kept thinking: ‘How am I going to tell Christy that I’m sorry, but I’m just not creative?’ I honestly sat up all night last night worrying about this!” We were following up together by videoconference almost two… Continue reading Slinking Outside the Box
When choosing a word to represent something I wanted more of in my life, I boldly declared it to be my year of Presence. And then immediately wrote Joy on the first rock to find me. I've carried that rock around with me long enough now that the gold paint pen has almost faded off.… Continue reading Sometimes Balance Looks Like Enchiladas
I've grown familiar with the human skeleton over the last 10 years; this book, however, has been a completely unknown animal. Until Sunday night. A week and a half ago, I began outlining the basic structure across the floor, but I had not held or transcribed over half of the interviews. Last weekend, I finished… Continue reading Skeletons
My head tells me to begin this project with a solid thesis statement, topic sentences. I ought to know my conclusion beforehand. And yet, this time, I don't. I'm trumping tradition by writing the middle sections first, observing how they hang together, with plans to add the opening and ending as if I were wrapping… Continue reading So Much Sticky