When I was a girl, all the pockets would simply rip out of my clothes because I was always stuffing them full of rocks. Odd-shaped rocks. Olivine. Quartz. Shiny bits of mica. Pahoehoe lava with ropy, iridescent swirls.
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.
1 Week in Paradise = 3 Months of Writing Practice
If all you knew of me came from this site, surely you would have thought this project defunct. After all, my last post was two years ago. Life happened.
Death happened too. I said goodbye to more than seven people in 2016-- including my father, aunt, dear childhood friend, and next door neighbor.
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