Today, just in the two hours it took me to do the Sunday laundry (not counting time for loading/unloading washers and dryers), I wrote 2400 words. It occurred to me as I was writing that an interesting thing happens to me whenever I do laundry – I tend to get more words than at any other time, usually. I think it’s the monotony of the washers and dryers running. It lulls my mind into the space where I need to be in order to bleed words.

I’d mention more, but…:scratches back of head:…I need to go bleed more words…

[[speaking of bleeding words, does anyone have the tiny snippet of poetry I wrote last Summer? the one about bleeding out onto a page? it’s like four or five words long.]]


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.