Like a volcano of sorts
It’s not writer’s block… A writer feels like a dormant volcano: the quiet before an eruption of creative energy.
It’s not writer’s block… A writer feels like a dormant volcano: the quiet before an eruption of creative energy.
I’ve long considered having these classic, profound opening words of Mary Oliver’s most famous poem tattooed on my body somewhere. Since I quit clinical medicine a month ago, I’m at that stage where I’m researching tattoo parlors. It was just this morning, a late October …