My eyes caught on a spot of orange in the trees.
I didn’t realize how complex and heavy all those pages and pages of words would become.
It's all been intangible, stored in bits and bytes on a computer chip.
A squirrel launched itself from the ground
turquoise metal chair with sun pattern
a piece I wrote before I wrote "the end" on my first finished draft

Thoughts on the creative process

Doses of everyday wonder

Mabel Ferragut self-portrait