words are my habit.
so much has happened in the last 2 months. now i have a lull for just a couple of weeks. and in these 2 weeks, i have a lot of writing to do. i may get a poem published if the mag likes my revisions. i may finally actually finish my book. i may join the alberta writer’s guild. i may, i may, i may…
i may also get to spend more time outside putting the final touches on a little table.
priorities?
I’m that person who looks around O’Hare wondering who I know because there must be someone; the world isn’t that big, right? If I could page the entire airport, I would. “Hi folks. My name is Michaela Lawrence Jeffery. At least one of you knows me. Meet me in the F gates.” Twice. Twice I’ve […]
The event in this early stage of an essay took place several years ago. One day I’ll finish the essay. The heaviness I felt that afternoon is one I may not forget. So much, perhaps even everything, felt impossible. I’m not sure why I decided to go to a craft store. Did I believe I’d […]
The writing gurus say not to write about the pain when it is fresh. By that they do not mean not to write about it at all, but not to share it just yet when your skin is still hot, when your brain is still hot. Don’t share it when you’re still on fire. I’ve […]
