Imagine me, aged twenty-three, in a cramped room with a tin roof, the only furnishings a collapsible aluminum table, a plastic lawn chair, and a ragged futon pressed against the far wall. Black rot blossoms along the molding, and every dog in the city barks at passersby who blink too loudly. This is where I… Continue reading Writing is Like Using a Washing Machine. Kind of.
Poet and creativity coach Sarah Sadie provides strategies for finding time to write and reframing our understanding of what it means to make progress in our creative endeavors.