Every day in May of 2020, I posted a randomly selected pair of books from my personal library in a series I called the Random Walk.
I’ve since removed them from the archives, and collected them here.
I also wrote an essay describing my process (chance takes a lot of planning).
Writer’s block is the unwillingness to crawl. — Eve L. Ewing
Now that shoures soote the droghte of March hath perced to the roote, it’s time once again to breed lilacs out of the dead land, mix memory and desire, and generally stir dull roots with spring rain.
Yes, that’s right: it’s NaPoWriMo.