Tag: garden

  • Let us never speak again, lest we speak of this

    Let us never speak again, lest we speak of this

    So much of writing is just waiting. As much for yourself as for anyone. You write something, living inside it for however long it takes to draft, and then you have to wait for your mind to catch up with what you’ve done—a long slog through what you intended to do, and what you fear…