When I take a few days to do something solitary, I'm astounded at the effect.
I planned these 3 days thinking that I would write non-stop, but I actually swam
in a green-blue river for hours, wandered its bank, and sat on a big flat rock--
knee-deep in the water and "noodling"--going from one idea to another,
trying on memories--holding them up to the light.
