Sometimes, writing doesn’t look like writing.
Often—for me—writing looks like walking, especially in the fog. Following a path without purpose, meandering through trees as cool, damp air touches my face like a greeting. On foggy days, my writing looks like an attempt to catch the weather’s meaning.
Writing is taking a shower and jumping out with dripping…
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