Will You Let The Naked Animal Trumpet?
For seven months, I have been frozen in writer’s Siberia. As a coach, I talk to myself as though I am my client. I ask all the relevant questions. I explore and encourage and sometimes poke. I’ve even resorted to flagrant bribery. I have found it fascinating (and at times depressing) to watch myself as a friend might, stuck in an ice block while carrying in my right hand a basket of kindling and a lighter with adjustable flame. Instead of striking the flint, I wrap my arms more tightly around myself and try not to think about the frost accumulating on my skin. Read more
