Keeping to short forms these days. Flash fiction, poetry, something in between.

I got busy during the summer moving to another apartment. This was followed by a two-week stay in New York City where I had planned to luxuriate in daily writing sessions. Writing I did, but it wasn’t as productive as planned. Something about tight spaces, places to be explored, heat and humidity. Thought I could rally the necessary discipline to power through and produce a first draft by the end of 2018. No dice.

I’m not a trained poet, but here I am trying.  Lessons might be in order, but I don’t feel like it. Not at the moment, anyway. Work is hectic so I want writing to be more about play and exploration for now. See where untried genres can bring me, what it can tease out of my brain.

Here’s to hoping the holidays can bring about a creative renaissance, even of a modest scale.


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