Writing outdoors
/At the slightest excuse I unchain myself from my desk, break out of the building, and write in nature. I love to write outdoors because, in the act of writing about it, in the words of American poet, E.E. Cummings, the world becomes ‘mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful’. There is no better feeling than when words canter on the broad savannah, dive deep in the dark ocean, and swoop in the vast blue sky.
Why are you a writer-in-the wild?
Please write and tell me about it.
Winter Solstice Competition Runner-up: Hannah Ray, with You Were Born in a Pandemic