The desert is harsh and spare. I’m reminded of Bear in the show “Man Vs. Wild” wrapping his tee shirt around his head for a turban to protect him from the sun — of him searching for water. The earth looks flat, tight and hollow as a drum. How does Kipp get out? How do I get out of the dry writing spell? He walks. I walk too — walk away from the desk and lose myself in the garden for a while. It’s not think time but do time. I keep my body busy so my subconscious can work without my prattling conscious mind getting in the way.
The writer in me can’t leave Kipp alone and hungry for long.