Cultivating Curiosity

On not writing the essay I planned to, and what that taught me.

I started this week’s essay several times and none of them were right.

I knew it on the first sentence each time. Something flat, something performed. The kind of writing that happens when you’re trying to write rather than actually having something to say.

By this morning (Friday) I still had nothing. I put on my sandals and walked the dogs along the riv…