“In fact, you might consider not making arguments and thinking of a writing context that is less like a courtroom (evidence, argument, opening statements, etc) and more like a carnival, or a…”
                Stacey Waite, “How (And Why) To Write Queer,” page 46

                I love how this line from Stacey Waite invites me to think about the places where I imagine my writing living, which are of course also places where I practice the life of thinking. This line itself has become one of those writing-places for me. I return to it a few times in one day of study, or wander away for a few months, only to come back every day for a week. Perhaps that’s because this line can be a hallway opening to who knows how many doors.
                I want to work in a writing context that’s more like a hobbyist ice cream stand at the beach, the freezer broken, the cones handed out free to whoever wants one as we gather to taste and delight.
                I want to write in a context that’s more like moss: slow, quiet, networked, growing.
                I want to write in a context that’s more like a communal kitchen. What would you bring to contribute?
                I want to write in a context like a campfire. Laying out the firewood of our sentences. Adding the sparks of punctuation. Breathing on the sounds until they dance.
                And for you? What’s your writing context tonight?