“Sometimes it comes from the ether, other times like a mist, you know, when drops won’t fall. It can be subtle like an autumnal leaf floating earthward back-and-forth, to-and-fro on the wind, and other times in your face like smashing your thumb with a hammer. To me, don’t really matter how, just that it does. She’s tricky but way, way necessary. I couldn’t shake her if I tried, and I guess that’s my addiction, for better or worse.” Steffan Richmond Oxenrider on Writing Inspiration Or (When Writing is Crack) 6/6/2020
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