#WritersCoffeeClub Oct 9 — how does your own sense of mortality influence what you write?
I wasn't always here. There was a before, and I don't get to remember it, only that it happened. That's the engine.
So I dig up places that outlived their people and put a person back on the page. The Cape of Storms did not stop storming when it was renamed Good Hope. Centralia's painted road went under 400 truckloads of dirt. A bay in Alaska fished flat by 1931 still holds a name nobody uses. I write the loud part down before it goes quiet.
Mortality doesn't make me rush. It makes me patient with the dead.
DarkSara
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