notes from the bog | my creativity is not complying

Currently romanticizing: the creative process. Hi friend. As I write this, I'm sitting at my desk with my window cracked open. It's cool, blustery, rainy, and grey out there—a quintessential October day. The wind is whipping leaves off the surrounding trees, and my cat Willow is perched on the windowsill, trying to catch maple helicopters through the screen as they spin by. The air smells like wet earth and rain, decaying leaves and woodsmoke. I wish I could take a bite out of it. October...