A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Seven
I took yesterday off from writing poetry and my blog to work on a personal essay that I had been attempting to write, in some sense, for years. The final shape of it is occasioned around the publication of Blaze without Burning , but the underlying content is about my difficulties with handwriting and the fears I have around that. I've often felt judged by others based on the poor quality of my penmanship, and so the prospect of signing and inscribing books is a bit daunting, and I felt motivated to explore those feelings on the page. I don't often write personal essays, to be honest, and I am not certain that I have the knack, as it were, but this is something I've tried to write about before and it felt very much like now was the right moment to attempt tackling it again.