by Donna Salli | Nov 16, 2017 | Blogs
I sometimes wonder. Whatever possessed me to want to write? From where I am now in life, the answer is apparent—when I started, it was with a blend of aptitude and naiveté. Writing is work, hard work, mentally and physically, and if you look to publish, it can take years to make little progress. I’ve thought, at times, I’ll just stop—just stop writing. I never have, though, because what I feel at my desk—that high of creative flow—outweighs the rest. But writing comes with other costs, too. It’s dangerous. You find yourself writing what scares you.
by Donna Salli | Aug 29, 2016 | Blogs
The barn was a portal—to step into it was to go back in time—and that barn, that farm, shows up repeatedly in my writing, literally in my essays and poems and fictionally in one of my plays.
by Donna Salli | Aug 1, 2016 | BlogsI like quiet. I like to be alone. I enjoy a social gathering but afterwards need to shut my metaphorical doors and unwind. I like my privacy. This perhaps seems a strange claim, coming from someone who spends a good deal of her time excavating her life and sharing it...
by Donna Salli | Jun 20, 2016 | BlogsIf you live in the sticks, you live with mice. My folks’ farm was in the sticks, a mile off the highway, ringed by woods and swamp, and many an autumn day, Mom opened a dresser drawer in the upstairs bedrooms and found her table linens chewed to shreds. Once, she even...