I don’t know if you can tell but Adobe Caslon Pro has changed me. I don’t know if you understand, but discovering a new font is transformative for a writer. Adobe Caslon Pro–my new muse, friend, goddess–unfurled this certain streak of dainty aesthetic throughout my Word documents. My journal entries have been blossoming and so…
Strawberry fields were wallowing in sunlight that afternoon. McQuesten doesn’t quite have the radiant rows of turnips in greenhouses you’d expect in an “urban farm”, but rather a sprawling jungle of glistening tarps and carrot tops, and frankly, I like it. A tin windmill gleams in the brambly middle field, and if you follow the path along the…
I’ve been writing a story about Chicago recently. It’s taking me places I never thought I’d see, and small pieces of the tale, like debris, are emerging one by one from a thick fog. It’s a very abstract process. As for the story itself, it’s really just a dusty, noisy mess, with images of honking…