I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
i'm sorry i haven't been commenting much. We have lost a monster. He was old and prone to wandering about without leaving a note. We've kept a light on just in case he wanders back. One of us sits outside and reads your writing aloud during the night in case he is wandering by and hears us.
"We have lost a monster."Oh my. That is not good. Maybe he will wander back.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"sorry i haven't been commenting much."No pressure or hurries, it isn't going anywhere -- other than easy to follow circles.