I’ve got nothing to say – nothing to write – dry as a bone these last months – haunted by the voices of mentors past – of the paper thin frailty of old words, old thoughts. They tell me to begin with a scene, add … Continue reading The Circus

I’ve got nothing to say – nothing to write – dry as a bone these last months – haunted by the voices of mentors past – of the paper thin frailty of old words, old thoughts. They tell me to begin with a scene, add … Continue reading The Circus
After I graduated with my MFA in August, Dennis and I drove from New Mexico to the Alabama Gulf Coast where we retreated for ten days. We had adventures along the way – Lubbock, Austin, Ocean Springs. I carried a cheerful pride upon earning my … Continue reading A Letter to My Writing Mentors