I want to write more but I don’t know what to write. Perhaps thats only partly true. I’ve got words boiling over in my head, sometimes spilling over to the outside world but often sinking back down into the depths of my mind. I’ve been reading a lot of books about writing, writing about writing. Ursula K. Le Guin, Zadie Smith, Elvia Wilk; authors offering an inside peak into their ways. As the curtain lifts and I peak in, I feel an affinity with the practice that I don’t often get to practice myself.