I’m writing this in my kitchen in Amherst, at my table while I cook a late dinner. I’ve spent the day preparing to start putting the second novel up on the wall again, something I haven’t done in a little over a year. If you don’t know this method of working, you hang the pages on the walls of an empty room, which I’m lucky to have at home, and then you edit while it hangs there, by pen, on a hard copy.
I haven’t been updating as much lately because I’ve been doing this and teaching, plus a trip to Belgium, but because I’m pitching articles from that trip, I didn’t blog it, which felt odd. But it also was of a piece with me rethinking what I do over here. Just know, I didn’t just have this redesigned in order to ignore it.
Anyway, on to the story.
Koreanish 