When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
She doesn’t even go here!
In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.
In which Emma discusses The Fear and how to face it. Also, how awesome Jarvis Cocker is, was, and ever will be.
NaNoWriMo? Here we go.
In which Emma talks about re-defining education and publishing and why she thinks that needs to happen. Also: her mother’s cooking, which is delicious.
In which Emma thinks a bit about teaching and art and craft and instinct, as well as what Wooly Willy can teach us.
In which Emma talks a bit about poetry and academia and PhDs and MFAs and other acronyms and so forth.
In which Emma discusses how poets have been “Othered” and have “Othered” themselves.
In which Emma offers some random bursts of thought about Robert Creeley, poetry, academics, money, and cost.