Once in a while, not often enough, I clear (or ignore) everything and carve with words.
When the submission call went out for essays, fiction, and poetry inspired by Willa Cather’s My Antonia, where could I even begin? How to honor one of the first novels that struck my heart on multiple levels? I started by thinking essay, and its impact on me, but then I diverted to a new story instead.
Certain lines and images tantalized me. I drove west. I watched the sunset and thought about the vast land, the way