Revising with Scissors Nonet
so much to learn in these writing sessions
we brainstorm, jot ideas, arrange words
we consider other structures
we cut out inked passages
using sharp-tongued scissors
that speak only truth
we reread, smile
revisions
forgive
shears
I didn’t want to leave. I wanted the writer’s conference to last a full week, and I wanted to stay in a lodge with other writers, where we could sit in the common room by the fire in the evenings in sweatpants and scarves and sip wine and share writing. But I keep that vision in my mind, that image of total peace and bliss, and carry it with me back into reality on the heels of this fabulous winter break.
I’m already looking forward to next year’s conference.
Common Threads 