Author Archive: Suzanna Anderson Creates
Prompt–Monday, April 2
In a classroom you find an orange drawstring bag with a pair of shoes inside. When a shadow refuses to follow I leave my shoes behind and say no, I will not run another lap around the track or the pond in your backyard. These shoes ran too many laps in their lifetime. They asked, …
The Letter Project–Letter to Whitney
Check out my latest letter to Whitney. I have a plan for after graduation.
Prompt–Sunday, March 25
Put something on your hands and go about your normal day. Like a sticker or ink from a fountain pen. Write about it. Fingers can wear cloaks to protect them from cold with the palm as a hat keeping out the breeze. I look down and see there’s spilled ink in the streets, tears for …
The end of pumpkin bread
I used the last of my pumpkin puree, so no more pumpkin bread until the fall. I finished reading Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral” and Matt Bell’s “How They Were Found.” The short story I’ve been thinking about for months is making progress. It’s nice to have something on paper. And there’s a nice short fiction making progress. …
Prompt–Monday, March 12
I’m nearly finished with “Finding Yourself in Transition” by Robert Brumet. One of his quotes: “Creation begins with emptiness. It is from emptiness that new life emerges” (Brumet 87). Write something inspired by the quote. The pale sand is ready to bear witness to art as plastic molds turrets.
Noodles!
I wrote part of the short story I’ve been meaning to work on for months. Almost finished reading Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral.”
The Letter Project–Letters to Theresa and to Whitney
Check out the Valentine I made Theresa and my latest letter to Whitney.
New Poetry Journal
When I returned from Chicago, I finished my poetry journal.
The end of Poetry Project #2
Today marks the end of my poetry project on hands, which expanded into the body during the first week. The poetry projects have been a fascinating and great exercise. I think I’ll keep doing it. But this time, I won’t limit myself to two weeks. I’ll work with fear until I feel ready to move …
Suzanna and Writing 