The current issue of Chebacco focuses on the history of religion on Maine’s largest island and includes my essay on religion in Acadia National Park.
This is the end of my writing challenge, but not completing the exercise does not in any way feel like failure.
Learning to write well, creatively, productively applies as well to learning to live well, creatively, productively.
Teaching does not supplant writing, and the artist at some deeply significant level remains always a teacher.
Whenever I’m at a loss for topics to write about, I simply look out my window. The most intriguing stories, though, are hidden from view.
As the Thanksgiving break approaches, the end of the semester is in sight. I will be traveling next week as students prepare their presentations and final papers.
I confess to not always living up to the aspirations of James Baldwin. Not everything I write has moral intentions.
I am back now, resolved to persevere. The pain stays with me, but in many ways I am recovered and reclaimed.
Write clearly. Obscurity may have its pleasures, but readers want your insight, your experience, your wisdom made plain. They appreciate clarity.
Going out of town today, heading for a brief respite in the Ozarks. Summer still hangs in the air, although small hints of autumn are beginning to appear. I’m looking forward to quiet and writing. [Daily post 060 of 260 in my year-long challenge.] ♨