Cyn Ponders Writing

A hot summer day. I should be writing but I'm just too hot so I'm futzing around on my website.

So I meet with K. at a café on Willamette for coffee. She has just moved to town from Vermont. I’m thinking, she is probably wondering where the snow and cold went.

At a cozy table by the fire pit, the wane winter sunlight lighting up the place, with coffee in hand, I tell her that my writing project is to take all the disasters that befell me in grad school and turn the story into a novel. She puts down her tea and her e...

I'm going to start working on writing a memoir! I'm going to find people to write with!