For a long time, I've been thinking about doing this, but have always talked myself out of it. I have a livejournal. I've never liked when people have more than one blog; it's too confusing.

But I needed something more.

To get me up and writing again. So this blog is an experiment, an imperative. A dictate. I am to write something in here every day. It can be a revision, it can be a stream-of-consciousness prose poem; it can be a simple report or observation or brainstorm.

For strangers of me, or of my writing, I write creative nonfiction, a shape-shifter of a genre, whose purpose as I see it is to fill in the gaps left behind by poetry, fiction and journalism. I want to capture memoir, truth and beauty, politics and outrage, a sense of the world at this very moment. Sometimes that takes the form of a long essay, sometimes fragments best read as a zine, sometimes short prose poems. I want to channel Joan Didion, Terry Tempest Williams, Eve Ensler, Jo Ann Beard, Scott Carrier, Rick Bass, Barry Lopez.

Once a day, at least. I'll showcase those small hidden places we call lacunae, the spaces of air between the smallest bones, to unravel the mystery.

"Maybe every essay automatically is in some way experimental--less an outline traveling toward a foregone conclusion than an unmapped quest that has spriung from the word question."
~ John D'Agata