Bird Box

pre-amble on the creative process and a short story from my prose sketchbook

We’re too precious about writing. Too concerned with perfection and craft, and not enough with imagination and expression. Too hung up on whether it’s going somewhere. This stifling of one’s varied, multitudinous and ever-unfolding voice can strike at any point, in any creative medium. Does this piece of writing fit into my body of work an established writer might wonder (and I suppose, reluctantly I need to concede I am somewhat of an established writer these days) as if the only thing we should write - or in any way concern ourselves with creatively - is what’s in our current wheelhouse.

This - as you know by now - isn’t really how I operate.