Stumbling about in caves: dark, mysterious, unsafe and sometimes frightening. Stumbling about in caves that hold the potential for rich treasure, unexpected discoveries, and simple adventure. Stumbling about in caves can be humbling, exhausting, and sometimes an apparent waste of time.
My interior world is rich, full of colorful imagination. Stillness and silence speak volumes to me. Vivid characters; zany scenarios; and endless possibilities lurk about. Yet recently I have been struggling to tap into that psychic space where words dance. My writing takes the best of scholarship and seeks expression from the heart and gut. I seek to make sense of the "so what" question. I am struggling to find "that place within" where the words to express what I already know will be released.
Stumbling about in caves. That is what my writing has felt like lately!
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