My grandmother swabbed tequila around her nipple...
The more I think about my upcoming time at MacDowell, the less I freak out. I've never been in such a space: the air is charged, I hear, with the creative energy of the residents. I hope I can funnel some of that energy into my work. Or better yet, I hope to contribute to the charged atmosphere.
Current reading list:
Simmons B. Buntin: Riverfall
Justin Evans: Four Way Stop
Stuart Greenhouse: What Remains