On interrogating fear and what bats can teach about human connection.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
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She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
The author of Craft in the Real World on revision, breaking habits, and fixing the writing workshop.
After my wedding, I began looking for a language for the partnership, both metaphorical and actual, I seemed to have contracted.
This year, every day I spent in isolation was in preparation for the days when I could join others in something bigger than ourselves.
There is something exciting about anticipating a space before it is inevitably interfered with by a human—what might also be called living.
Talking to the author of Wagnerism about uncovering counter-narratives, keeping a healthy skepticism of your relationship with art, and totalitarian intolerance of eccentric creativity.