These days, or parts of these days, my focus is on a travel memoir. I spend a few hours each morning writing about a long walk I took in India – a thousand miles from the country’s most southern point and through the mountains towards Goa and the coast.
Other hours of the day or month, I’m scribbling stories, or sentences and fragments that may miraculously tie themselves to one another and become a sort of story.
Other times I think “oh yeahh… publishing is a part of writing, I should really send something out.” I’m working on that. The somethings are there. The bravery is and isn’t.
This one ‘something’ looks so sad by itself. I’ll try to give it a friend to hang out with but, for now, this is a result of a time I was brave.
- The Last Book I Loved in The Rumpus.