The stories he told were local in the sense of being local to the soul,
not to the landlocked Midlands culture. — Caoilinn Hughes, The Wild Laughter
“Write what you know.” What if you know that you are in exile – in what once was local? What if your soul can no longer find its once beloved home? What if what you know breaks your heart? How can we write that dislocation?
As always, I would love to hear from you. Where are you? Where are you not? What do you understand of your soul’s home? What do you understand of dislocation?
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I’ll resume Fort Slaughter next week. I suspect that some of you may understand the delay. I started to copy the next section to Breakthrough and found myself lost and found in the alluring maze of editing. In the meantime, I invite you to write to us about the soul’s home.
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