4. Tracing the outlines

Or: Missing making while the pottery studio was closed

Early in the year, I began to feel a kind of itch in my hands. I don’t mean this literally. It was a need, really, to make something with my hands that wasn’t just words.

This often happens to me mid-way through a book project: when I’m racking up words towards a deadline and spending my day so engrossed in text that I sometimes forget to stand up and w…