As I stepped out this morning ...

I saw small dewy ships ...

that sailed through forest seas

photos © 2012 by troy howell / click on image to enlarge

writing, writing, writing ...

writing a novel. it’s like putting a 5000-piece puzzle together. you assemble areas; they begin to take shape, looking good, making sense. but there are pieces you cannot find. that particular piece. no matter how much you look you can’t find it, and until you do, you keep building, fitting them together.

then, at last, there it is: the one you’ve been looking for.

art by troy howell / graphite on gessoed page from old scribner’s magazine